Finch: So Trask is armed, has a dangerous fixation on Lily, and just chased me up three floors. Safe to say he’s our perpetrator.
Reese: I don’t know, Finch. Sure you don’t want to check with your Machine?
Finch: That joke never gets old.

Finch: You gotta love a girl with good security habits.

Reese: But if I’m sending you back in the field, you’re getting some basic self-defense.
Finch: Oh, I really don’t think...
Reese: Listen up. If Trask comes at you, put your fingers straight out like this and strike at his eyes.
Finch: Poke him in the eyes? That’s your technique?
Reese: No, that’s your technique. And if that doesn’t work, you can always take your thumb, jam it in his eye socket, twist until you hit his brain.
Finch: Please, stop.