Quotes
This is Felicity Smoak, Vice President of Palmer Technologies.
Ray
Felicity: What happened to the thing?
Ray: Wow. You look ridiculous. Which I mean in a good way that's not creepy. You look beautiful.
Felicity: Oh. I think it's the dress.
This thing with Palmer, it's messing with his head, Felicity, and that's dangerous.
Diggle
Felicity: This dress? Costs more than my apartment.
Ray: Yeah. Couture, which I'm pretty sure is French for expensive. [Felicity handles the dress, smelling it and whining] So, dinner? Purely platonic.
Felicity: There is nothing platonic about couture.
Oh God. I have a type.
Felicity
Christian: I don't understand, what do you want out of all this?
Grant: I want the truth about this one event from my past. Admit you made me push Thomas down the well.
Agent Carter: I've seen all of your home movies. The bodies left in your wake. The girl you caged up. There'll be no second chances for you.
Reinhardt: You must be dying to understand all those items you recovered. They're fascinating no?
Agent Carter: I don't suppose you'll tell me where they came from?
Reinhardt: There's a story, a myth from the east of stars that fell from the heavens. Of blue angels who came bearing a gift for all mankind meant to save the world.
Coulson: We may actually have a shot at finding the city.
Skye: Are you sure it's something you want to dig up?
Coulson: If we don't, HYDRA will. We need to get there first.
Discovery requires experimentation and this experiment will take time.
Whitehall
The war between wife and mother-in-law is a tale as old as Everybody Loves Raymond.
Annie
Fred: You know I don't throw this word around a lot, mainly because it's a little silly, but you are what we in the cheese community like to call a prodi-cheese.
Gil: Wow, that's the first compliment I've gotten in eleven weeks.
Kay: You're taking American cheese singles to a holiday dinner party? Was the last Thanksgiving you went to hosted by a Garbage Pail Kid?
Gil: Ha ha, you're hilarious Kay, but you know you're not supposed to encourage my beliefs that the Garbage Pail Kids are real.
Kay: God, talking to you is not great.