Finch: I see it's sleeping here now.
Reese: Bear's friendly. You'll like him.
Finch: Doesn't look like much of a conversationalist.
v: Oh he's not, but if anyone ever messes with you, he'll eat 'em.
Sofia Campos: Fine, but you must loosen that tie and do something about your hair.
Reese: What's wrong with my hair?
Sofia Campos: It's trying too hard.
Finch: What's Sofia doing?
Reese: Her seventh vodka shot.
Finch: Do you plan to intervene?
Reese: I'm here to protect, not discipline.
Reese: Finch, I think I found our threat, and they're not photographers.
Finch: How can you tell?
Reese: The gun was a pretty good hint.
Fusco: You know, you don't write. You don't call. I mean, I'm a big guy, but I'm sensitive.
Finch: It's good to talk to you, too, Detective.
Reese: Why don't you wait in the car?
Carter: Why don't you wait in the car?
Reese: Give me three and a half minutes.
Carter: Oh, please. There are at least ten guys in there.
Reese: Okay, four minutes.
Carter: I got bored sitting in the car. And it took you longer than four minutes.
Reese: Well, this guy hit me over the head with a neon sign. Not very sportsmanlike. And none of them want to tell me where to find their pal Monty.
Carter: Yeah, that's why you should ask them before you knock them out, John.