Stitchers Quotes
Cameron: Why would I leak the most crucial information about my own lab?
Kirsten: Eliminate the impossible and what's left, no matter how improbably, must be the truth. You leaking the algorithm, for some unknown reason, is not impossible.
Cameron: Um, how would I know it wasn't you?
Kirsten: Why would I wake you up to divulge the leak, if I was the one doing the leaking?
Cameron: To double fake me out.
Camille: [looking at the floppy disk] I think I read about it once.
Linus: What kind of dark magic is this?
Cameron: Linus, do we even have anything that can play this?
Linus: Uh, let me jump in my Delorean, I'll go back to the future and see if I can grab it.
Cameron: We gotta tell Maggie, she's not gonna be happy.
Linus: Say something like, 'Maggie, you look lovely today, but this ancient disk of Justin's can't be read by any of our fancy government technology.'
Maggie: So what did you get off the disk?
Kirsten: Nothing, that ancient disk can't be read by anything in our lab.
Cameron: Did I mention you're looking lovely today?
Camille: Oh! I love that truck.
Kirsten: Why? All it has is ridiculously expensive toast.
Cameron: It's artisanal toast.
Camille and Linus: And now he's toast.
Kirsten: Who said you could open my stuff?
Camille: Force of habit, at least now I don't need to re-seal it and pretend it didn't happen.
Kirsten: What went wrong?
Cameron: Marta stayed in too long. She couldn't make the bounce by herself and by the time I got her out, it was too late.
Kirsten: She died?
Cameron: No, but she was damaged. She's been in a coma for the last four months.
Kirsten: It was an accident. [pausing and looking at Cameron] It wasn't your fault.
Cameron: I can't risk anything like that happening again. [looking at Kirsten] I can't risk you.
Camille: Why are you still harping on this?
Linus: Because you and I are good together.
So our peeping tom is a peeping good samaritan?
Cameron
Camille: Check it, Fisher likes sprinkles.
Detective Fisher: Don't judge me.
I like the vibe in here, geek chic.
Linus
Maggie: So our victim was a voyeur.
Camille: Fancy word for pervert.
Did you hear the shooter say anything? Like [in a deep voice] these bullets are meant for you Cameron?
Cameron
Kirsten: [answering her cellphone] What?!
Cameron: So that's how you answer the phone? Where's my cheery hello?
Kirsten: I don't do cheery.
