Artie: Look, we were following a lead.
Mrs. Frederic: You took a shot in the dark.
Artie: We hit the center of that target.
Mrs. Frederic: With a small-caliber bullet.
Artie: Pete's caliber is very large. We... you know what? I'm done with this analogy.

Mrs. Frederic: Manage my assets better or I swear on the ashes of the first twelve Warehouses, I will take them away.

Pete: He thinks you're still in D.C. They both do.
Myka: Well, yeah. And if you tell them any differently, I swear, I will… I will drop a dictionary on your crotch.

Pete: But there's something else.
Myka: What?
Pete: I think I'm hot for your mom.
(long pause, Myka finally grins)
Myka: I'll break it to Dad.
Pete: Okay.