Pete: I was just... keeping you on your toes.
Myka: Right. It's always my toes. What about your toes?

Myka: You know, how can it matter if a person smells fudge before an incident?
Pete: Yeah, or if your gall bladder is feeling numb.
Artie: Humor me.

Myka: I thought the medic might know something so I asked him to meet me after work.
Pete: Good idea. I got a thing to do. But, Myka, I want you to be careful. I want you to use a condom. Heh.
Myka: That's hilarious.

Pete: What am I looking for?
Artie: Anything that might cause an electrical or chemical imbalance in the brain.
Pete: Oh, well, so a brain imblancer. That's easy. It's probably right next to his time travel machine.

Myka: I told him it wasn't the watch. I told you it wasn't the watch.
Pete: That's not annoying at all.

Father Braid: Are you saying this chair caused all this?
Pete: I know. It's freaky. This stuff is always freaky.

You know, if you were gonna ask me how I would die, I would say that being beaten to death by my partner would be really low on the list.

Pete: No more zoos, okay? From now on, if an artifact is at a zoo, we leave it there.
Myka: Monkeys spit. Artie, do you know that? They.. they spit, and it is not pleasant.

Pete: My sister taught me how to read lips.
Myka: Why does your sister...?
Pete: Uh, the deaf find it handy.

Myka: Mrs. Frederic said we should stay here.
Pete: Really? I didn't hear that.
Myka: Neither did I.

Pete: Let me guess, you speak Latin too.
Myka: Okay. Make one more nerd joke and I'm going to point out how you're losing your hair.

Unbunch your panties and make the best of a bad situation.