Parker: So the thing is, I think that maybe I might be having feelings, like weird feelings, for...pretzels. Hardison: Well, they're right here, when you want them.
Man [flashing badge]: FBI sir, that young lady is in our custody. Hardison: Aw see you made two mistakes. First, you flashed that fake-ass FBI badge at me. Second, you spilt his coffee (points at Eliot).
