Sophie: You call this a sport?
Eliot: Yeah, this is a sport. These are some of the best-conditioned athletes in the world. Are you kidding me? It's about precision, technique, skill.
Sophie: Like cockfighting?
Eliot: It's not a cockfight. All right?

Room Service Operator: Room service. Can I help you?
Sophie: Yeah. No, I can't eat this.
Room Service Operator: I'm sorry?
Sophie: Everything on my plate is yellow.
Room Service Operator: It's chicken-fried steak.
Sophie: It's what? Chicken-fried steak?
Room Service Operator: Yeah.
Sophie: Let me just tell you, meat should never be used as an adjective.

Sophie: I'm starving.
Parker: Mm. I found these in the minibar.
Sophie: "Pork rinds"? How do you peel a pig?

Sophie: Eliot, this "sport" is about two guys beating the crap out of each other.
Eliot: MMA fighters act with more respect than any other athlete I've ever seen.
Sophie: Yeah, they're "Braveheart", I get it.
Eliot: No, you don't. These guys don't fight because they like hurting other people, alright. They fight to gain some sort of... control. Over their opponents, over their environment, over their lives. Have you seen this town?! Huh? The farms are drying up! The only stores are bail bonds and pawn shops and there's nothing they can do about it. So yeah, they get into the ring and.. .try not to let it all suffocate them. And it's about two guys beating the crap out of each other.

Nate: To hook this guy, we have to convince him Sophie is the real deal.
Sophie: How are we gonna do that?
Nate: Let's go steal a concert.

Alec: Look, you know what I can do? I can re-task a satellite. I can get a level-three NSA clearance. But I can't hack a hick.

Eliot: I learned a long time ago, you can't control the violence. I can take the punishment. That's what I do. What I need to control is not out there. It's here. Always.