Nikita: Can we uh think of another word, I don't have a very good track record with partners.
Michael: Your track record doesn't matter any more. We are together now, so you can call it whatever you want
MIchael: Except that.
Amanda: Do we have anything? Someone give me a status report.
Michael: Yeah, you missed. How's that?
You know when I kissed her, I was totally picturing you.
Nikita: Don't get me wrong. I want to stop running. I've been running my whole life. I want a home. I just want to live with my self when I get there.
Michael: Hey. It's gonna be hard enough living with me.
Would you like to buy groceries or ammo this month? Because we can't have both.
You know I'm really sick of people saying that you're dead.
Michael: I'm 10 minutes...
Birkhoff: 5 minutes.
Michael: 5 minutes from getting out of here with a decrypted box.
Michael: You're not safe there.
Nikita: Says the man in Division.
Michael: Get out of there.
Nikita: I will babes, as soon as I can.
Birkhoff: Oh, get a room.
Nikita: Is that Birkhoff?
Michael: Yep, just like old times.
Paging special agent Nikki. Please proceed to the nearest phone and dial 626.
Birkhoff: Nikki's alive. Who do you think let you out of your cell? I own this place.
Birkhoff: I figure if Nikita can keep giving Division the finger I can at least cross mine behind my back.
You're not stupid, Birkhoff. You're just a coward.