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.