John Casey Quotes
Chuck: What is it? What is it, flesh-eating bacteria or anthrax? Am I gonna die?
Casey: Nope. But you can add ice and give it to little kids to sell on street corners.
Chuck: I knew it. Drugs.
Casey: It's powdered fruit punch, dumb ass.
Chuck: (after Casey sings a high note) Hey! What?
Casey: Choir boy. What? I wasn't hatched.
(Chuck pulls Casey into a hug)
Chuck: See? Guys can hug.
Casey: Not if they don't have their man-parts.
Chuck: It's a good point. (He withdraws)
Chuck: What exactly is this?
Casey: It's your pay packet, numb-nuts.
(Chuck opens the envelope)
Chuck: Hiyo! Whoa!
Casey: Yeah, you know, if you were a true patriot, you wouldn't even cash it.
Sarah: Chuck, did you just flash?
(Rogue agent Miles looks over Chuck)
Miles: He uploaded it.
Casey: Oh...Chuck me.
Casey: I think your father has served our country honorably and deserves to attend his daughter's wedding.
Sarah: Is that a yes?
Casey: One condition. (Nods at Chuck) He stays in the car.
Sarah: Agreed.
Chuck: Done. Hey, hey, the team's back together again. Group hug!
Casey: One more step and it will be your last. No hugs.
Chuck: In the car I go.
Casey: Impersonating military officials is a federal offense numb-nuts.
Chuck: Put it on the list.
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.
(Seeing surveillance of Devon locked-down in his apartment) I hate this whole family!
Casey: Going somewhere, Bartowski?
Chuck: No, no, we came back here for you because FULCRUM's here!
Casey: Well, then, we better get out of here.
Chuck: I'm not leaving without Sarah.
Casey: You drive, or I end you.
Chuck: End me? Oh yeah, how you gonna do that; you don't have a gun.
Casey: Don't think I can't kill you with my thumb or my elbow? Nerd bludgeoned by a radiator?
Chuck: You can't kill me with that radiator; it is far too confined in this car for you to get the appropriate torque.
Casey: Strangle you with this handcuff chain?
Chuck: Yeah, yeah, you could probably do that.
Beckman: The safety of the Intersect is no longer my main concern. I want you to hunt Agent Walker and the asset down. Bring them back, dead or alive.
Casey: Understood, General.
Beckman: Once the Intersect is in our possession this mission will be over and you will have your pick of assignments. Your country thanks you, Colonel Casey. Congratulations. You've earned it.
Casey: Permission to drop the twerp into a deep, dark hole, General?
Beckman: Granted.
Casey: Hunh?
