I don't suppose you came here to thank me. Thank you for what?...
Diana: I don't suppose you came here to thank me.
Chuck: Thank you for what? Not telling me my father was alive, pretending to be my mother, or screwing my best friend?
Diana: You mean for keeping your father alive. Pretending to be your mother to protect him and, well, I don't expect you to thank me for Nate. Perhaps I should thank you for that one.
Chuck: Look, I'm not here to hug it out or bond over my father's resurrection. I just need your help in keeping him here.
Diana: I'm afraid that's not possible.
Chuck: I'm afraid it is. You've been helping him hide. I think you know who from. Who tried to kill my father? I know it was one of his competitors, someone powerful enough to scare him into hiding these last few years. I just want a name.