Reese: I'm proud of you, Finch. You've really gotten comfortable with your breaking and entering duties.
Finch: Thank you for appreciating my descent into deviant behavior.
Reese: That's the second time Fusco's sent me to voice mail. Should I be offended?
Carter: Am I my partner's keeper, John?
Reese: No. But I'll bet you still have an opinion.
Finch: You know, Mr. Reese, it did occur to me we could leave the Drakes to their own devices.
Reese: Well, that's pretty mercenary of you, Finch. I kind of like it.
Finch: If that's the case, I may have crossed some moral threshold.
Carter: Uh, what are you doing?
Reese: Sometimes you need to break a few eggs to save lives.
Carter: Yeah, pretty sure that's not the saying.
Sabrina Drake: Where's your backup? Shouldn't there be backup?
Fusco: Uh... here they are now.
Sabrina Drake: You don't look like a police officer.
Reese: Thank you.
Carter: What is this?
Reese: Marriage counseling.
Carter: Why not just dangle them off the roof and force them to tell us how to find the hitmen?
Finch: While John would probably enjoy that option, it would be a temporary solution.
Finch: Although, though, unlike other couples, you've opted for murder instead of divorce. I suppose I should commend you for being so goal-oriented.
Reese: You know, Lionel, next time you have a date, don't be so melodramatic. I thought you might be up to something.
Fusco: Yeah, it's called a personal life. After taking a bullet in the ass and saving yours more than once, you think I've earned just a little privacy?
Reese: Lot of mayhem just to figure out they still loved each other.
Finch: I suppose anything is worthwhile when life gives you a second chance to be with the one you love.