Sophie: I want to take the lead on this one. I want to do what you do.
Nate: Yeah, listen, I know breakups can be very difficult, Sophie...
Sophie: Whoa. That's not what this is about.
Nate: I know that you have this need to be in control right now.
Sophie: I don't have any such need.
Nate: But you can't project that onto the con.
Sophie: Excuse me? This coming from the man who spent an entire year drunk, working on his obsessive vengeance on every single dimwit in a suit who happened to cross our line of vision.
Nate: You put some thought into that one, didn't you?

Eliot: I don't mean to obsess about the last time Sophie ran a con, but I'm sorry, where we had to blow up the offices.
Sophie: Really? Because I don't remember that.
Alec: I do.

Sophie: And then to protect themselves, they issue an apology to Mr. Pennington, and then they throw Monica Hunter into the jaws of the very media machine that she bent her own malicious will.
Parker: Wow, I've gotta say, Sophie's briefings are much more dramatic.
Eliot: And poetic.

Parker: I got the pass. Easy.
Sophie: Parker, remember this. You're not supposed to take it, you're supposed to get caught with it.
Parker: I don't know how to get caught.
Sophie: Yeah, I know it's difficult to steal badly. Just, just try.

Sophie: Now for the hard part. We need to steal a general.
Nate: No, it's "Let's go steal a general!" You know, it's a rallying cry.
Eliot: Yeah.
Nate: "We need to steal a general." It's a little naggy, it's kind of "We need eggs," you know. "We need eggs." "We need eggs!", you know.

Monica Hunter: I lost to the Discovery and History Channels. Sharks and Nazis. Now, granted, sharks and Nazis are cable TV's heavy hitters, but that's no excuse.

Monica Hunter: Wait! Why are you dressed like a mailman?
Alec: Invisible, man. Mailman, nobody notices the mailman. He blends right in, just like a, a circus clown.

Sophie: She has to have corroboration from her own sources. She has to craft the narrative. Monica Hunter has to be the author of her own personal nightmare!
Nate: Do I sound that creepy when I...
Eliot: Hell yes.

Alec: Get me out of here!
Sophie: Yeah, I'm working on it.
Parker: On it.
Sophie: No, no, no, no! You cannot go. You're dead. Monica Hunter sees you and the whole con is blown.
Parker: Right.
Alec: Damn the con. I'm a black man caught on an army base with a video camera. I am going to jail forever!

Eliot: Now the http thing comes before the www dot, right?
Alec: Eliot!
Eliot: Which one's the forward slash?
Alec: Eliot, it ain't the time, it ain't--it ain't the time!
Eliot: You see, it's not that much fun when you're hanging out there in the wind and there's a dude behind a laptop cracking jokes, is there?
Parker: I like it when we switch jobs, it's exciting.

Monica Hunter: Okay. Let's pretend there aren't any bunkers.
Capt. Carpenter: There aren't any bunkers.
Monica Hunter: You're a horrible liar.