Sterling: Hello Nate.
Sophie: I know. I'm going to be slaving away in a dusty old theater, while you sit back. Relax and watch alcoholic repressed insurance cops harassing tragically misunderstand femme fatales.
Nate: You're not supposed to root for the criminals.
Sophie: Always root for the home team.
Nate: Oh hey, I just heard from the others, there's gonna stay in DC.
Sophie: I know, Parker just texted me.
Vance: The world can always use more good guys.
Eliot: Too bad we're the bad guys.
Vance: Promise you'll consider working with us again.
Eliot: I work with them now.
Vance: Honor among thieves?
Eliot: Something like that.
I'll tell you something Vance, I know firsthand you become obscene with being your enemy it's really easy to become them.Eliot
Hardison: Parker NO, Don't do it. Parker! Parker!
Parker: [burns venting gas on case] Fire is the only that will kill this thing right?
Hardison: Yeah. Don't that to me. I can't lose you. Don't scare me like that.
Hardison: Call up the NSA satellites.
Spy Truck: Calling up NSA Satellites.
Hardison: Thank you, creepy spy truck.
You're the smartest guy I've ever known Hardison. I need that brain to get me to him, cause if you know I lay my hands on him, it's done.Eliot
Hardison: We're thieves' man; we're good at what we do. But this is way, way out of our league.
You accept us to catch some psycho city killer, a country killer?
Eliot: You scared?
Hardison: You're damn right.
Eliot: I'm not, I've got the best thief and the smartest guy I know chasing this guy.
Eliot: I'm gonna keep her alive. You guys found a way to get her out of here.
Hardison: With what?
Eliot: You stole a Michelangelo with tinfoil and chewing gum, figure it out!
Nice job while we were away.Nate