Sarah Walker Quotes
Sarah: (on the phone to Chuck) Hi, Chuck. Where are you?
Chuck: DVDs. I'm in the Romantic Comedy section. Although for irony's sake, I suppose I should probably be in Hostage Thrillers.
Sarah: Hey, did you get a good look at him?
Casey: I didn't have to. I know him.
Sarah: What?
Chuck: Guys, hey, I just flashed on that dude. And it's crazy, it's actually kind of a small world funny story.
Casey: Save it. His name is Ty Bennett. He was my sensei. He taught me everything I know.
Chuck: Dude, your sensei is a badass.
Casey: Not my sensei, he's a traitor.
Sarah: Wow, I've heard of Bennett, but I've never met anyone who actually trained with him.
Casey: I can't talk about it. It's classified.
General Beckman: We're opening Bennett's file for this assignment. Any personal knowledge you have could be vital to the success of this mission.
Chuck: (scoffing) Come on, Casey. Share with us.
Casey: In hell!
Casey: Shut up!
Sarah: Yeah, shut up, Chuck, you're making him mad.
Chuck: Underneath that extremely terrifying exterior lies a man who deeply, deeply feels. You, you care. You care about us. You care about me. Admit it! You feel all warm and mushy about me! Go ahead, say it. You love me, John Casey.
Casey: I'm gonna kill you.
Chuck: Www...wait, wait, wait, wait! Hold on! No, not me! Him.
Casey: Can't believe it. Beckman was out of line pulling me off this mission.
Sarah: I agree with her. You're too emotionally involved.
Casey: This from the agent that can't keep her chocolate out of Bartowski's peanut butter.
Sarah: Chuck, does the Global Launch Agency mean anything to you?
Chuck: GLA? Sure, they've sent probes to every planet except Pluto. Although Pluto's not officially a planet anymore, which really bums me out.
Casey: It's true. Space camp is where all the cool kids go.
Chuck: You know, for a few days, I thought things were going to be different. I could have a life. I could have a girlfriend. I could be a regular human being. I thought Jill was...
Sarah: Different?
Chuck: No. Normal.
Sarah: I know it's hard, but tonight you have to be a spy first.
Chuck: Yeah, it is hard. I'm not like you, Sarah. I can't turn my emotions on and off like some robot.
Sarah: Are you done feeling sorry for yourself?
Chuck: Personally, I'd like another ten to fifteen minutes of really pathetic self-indulgence.
Chuck: So uh...staying with Sarah, huh?
Bryce: Protecting our cover. How are things between you guys?
Chuck: They're good. Good good good. Solid. Why, did she say something?
Bryce: No it's just, she's a beautiful girl, pretending to be your girlfriend. I was afraid you'd let the lines get blurred and fall for her.
(Chuck scoffs)
Chuck: What me, fall for Sarah? Please.
(Sarah enters)
Sarah: Hey guys. So how do I look?
Chuck: Good. Yeah, yeah. Real good. Red's not really my color, so... (mumbles) forgot my jacket...or salmon or whatever that is.
Fulcrum Agent: Okay, let's try this one more time. The microchip. Please. The microchip now!
Bryce: Release the kid first.
Chuck: Kid? Honestly, we were born in the same year.
Fulcrum Agent: Give me the chip and I'll let him go.
(Bryce raises his arm and puts his gun down)
Fulcrum Agent: The chip.
Bryce: There. Now release him.
Fulcrum Agent: Sorry.
Bryce: You got it?
Sarah: (Sarah, out of the Fulcrum Agents's view, whispers) Yeah, I got it.
Bryce: Take it...take the shot, Sarah. Sarah! Take the shot! Take it!
(A shot from elsewhere rings)
Casey: You want something done right, you do it yourself.
Chuck: So, can I be completely honest?
Sarah: Yeah?
Chuck: I miss the Wienerlicious. I mean, the Bavarian charm and the toxic nacho cheese that you guys had.
Sarah: My clothes smelled like sausage.
Chuck: Nostalgia completely gone.
