Navarro: Who the hell are you? Search him.
Mozzie: I work for Tommy. I'm his intermediary. Hands!
Peter: Where's the little guy?
Mozzie: Suit, I must say, you're timing is impeccable.
Mozzie: Meeting aborted.
Neal: Sounds like the meeting just begun.
I'm friends with many people of unsavory character.
Neal: I think we should stay here...
Mozzie: Hey Heff!
Neal Caffrey on paper - not so good.
Peter: Talk some sense into him.
Mozzie: We'll take that under advisement, Suit.
We feel free when we escape even if it will be from the frying pan to the fire.
Happily ever after isn't for guys like us.
That's the closest I've come to death this year.
I just said that to a guy who enjoys killing people with his bare hands.
I get the apartment.