Kara Stanton: Welcome back, John.
Reese: Kara. I thought you were...
Kara Stanton: Dead? I wasn't very good at it. Of course, neither were you.
Reese: So what's this really about?
Kara Stanton: This is about three dead little spies in a brave new world. It's about the afterlife, John, and us negotiating our places in it.
Kara Stanton: Don't your bosses at the Ministry of Security have anything better for you to do?
Greer: My dear, if you think I work for the government, I really must fire my tailor.
Reese: Have you ever defused a bomb vest before?
Finch: Can't say I have. But I believe I grasp the basic principles.
Reese: Well, that's encouraging.
Finch: For this phone, it's one of five combinations.
Reese: That's good.
Finch: The problem is we only get three attempts before the phone permanently locks us out.
Reese: That's not.
Reese: Something you said once. About how sooner or later we'd both probably wind up dead.
Finch: I prefer later. After all, I'm the one who got you into this in the first place.
Reese: I'm pretty sure I'd be dead already if you hadn't found me.
Finch: It's hard to say.
Reese: Not really. Pick a winner, Harold.