Devon: Chuck, Chuck, this is crazy, we've gotta call the police!
Chuck: Devon, we can't do that. Here, drink this.
Devon: He tried to kill me! Why can't we call the cops?
Chuck: Because I am the cops.
Sarah: Chuck!
Casey: Moron.
Chuck: Devon, I am a high level CIA asset and these are my handlers. For the past two years they've had to watch and protect my every move.
Sarah: Chuck, no!
Chuck: (Looks at Sarah) He can handle it. (Looks back at Devon) You can handle this, right? Tell me you can handle this.
Devon: You're being serious? (To Sarah) He's being serious?!?
Chuck: Devon, I need you to help me, I need you to be cool about this. I need you to cover for me with Ellie. I need you...to be awesome. Can you be awesome?
Devon: (In shock) You're a spy, Chuck?
Chuck: Yeah; more or less, yeah.
Devon: Whoa. Wow! This is... awesome! Hehe, yeah! I knew you weren't a loser who worked at the Buy More!
Chuck: Loser is a little...that's a little harsh. Ok, here-- here's the thing: the Buy More, actually, uh, is real.