Remember, word for word. Or the next time America hears about Howard Oliver, it will be to commemorate his passing

Allison

I understand your partners will be in the audience, here to witness the dismantling of the United States.

President Oliver

Hang onto your asses. We're going back to St. Louis.

Tex

Tom: Make no mistake: we're going after a target who's clearly anticipating us. If one part of this mission fails, it all fails.

If the last presidential power I have is a choice over what I wear, I'm wearing the brown suit.

President Oliver

I'm not going to die a slow death. If I'm going out, I'm going out fighting.

Two

Did he save my life? Again? This is gettin' kinda old, isn't it?

Three

You guys moved up to grappling?

Three [on Nyx and Four "working out"]

Scientist 1: Oh, my god. You're Rebecca.
Scientist 2: Please don't kill us.
Two: I'm not gonna kill you. I just need your help.
Three: We need your retinas.
Scientist 1: Oh, God.

The Android: Hot chocolate? ...Did you know that I possess over 20 million taste receptors?
Five: Um... do you want a sip?
The Android [immediately]: Okay!

I'd like to see his nanites repair *that*!

Four

Johnny: You went back to Arkyn without me?
Dutch: You went rogue and got your ass arrested, remember?
Johnny: Right. Bygones. Continue.