I don't want to control your machine. I just want to set it free.

Root

I know you've got your rules, but I guess they don't account for everybody being dead. No one answering your phone calls. No one saving everyone. No contingency.

John

We're just an accident. We're just bad code. But the thing you built is perfect.

Root

John: See, I don't have many friends, just the one in fact.
Fusco: Hey!
John: Okay, maybe two.

Fusco: John? You're on a first name basis?
Carter: What do you call him?
Fusco: The bane of my existence.

I'm thinking about charging you overtime.

Fusco

I can't believe it. I'm the contingency. I'm the backup.

Reese

Sure, John, come on over. Make yourself at home.

Carter

For a billionaire genius, you're lousy company.

Root