Garrett: He told me about a pissed-off young cadet with off-the-chart eye-hand eye coordination, went AWOL, stole a car, drove over a thousand miles home only to try and burn the place down. I must say, I find a young man like that intriguing.
Coulson: So if you're with me, I'm gonna finish what I started. I'll be damned if I'm gonna let Garrett and Ward get away with murder. And I want my plane back.
Fitz: What if Garrett put an exploding eye into him, to control him? Maybe that's why he betrayed us.
Skye: I'm pretty sure there's a much simpler reason. He's evil.
Grant: You were gonna let me die!
Garrett: Okay. First off, I think we should use our indoor voices.
Skye: I should have let Mike finish him when I had the chance. I was stupid and weak.
Coulson: You weren't weak. You had compassion. That's harder.
Skye: So if anyone should be furious...
Melinda: I am. I'm furious. But I'm sure as hell not gonna waste it on a tantrum. I'm gonna mine it, save it... and when we find Ward, I'm gonna use every bit of it to take him down.
Skye: Wish I knew how to use that hate-fu.
Young Grant: Give me one reason not to blow your head off.
Garrett: I brought tacos.