I lied for you, to the cops, to give you an alibi. I lied for you, not [Reddington].

Charlene [to Harold]

Weecha: Whoever killed Eliza is going through a lot of trouble to keep you from finding them. Seems like it would be easier to take you out.
Red: Perhaps they need me or are saving me for something special.

Weecha: It looks like the FBI has already taken anything useful.
Red: The FBI has no idea what's useful to me.

I'll take care of business, you take care of Harold.

Red [to Marvin]

Kennison: That's the God's honest truth.
Red: If it is, you'll be in class by tomorrow. If it's not, you won't.

Red: How do I feel? I'm concerned that I won't be able to contain myself, that I still haven't seen the worst of who I am.
Weecha: No, I don't think you have.

Lying to you all, whatever happens to me now, I deserve it.

Harold [to his team]

Harold, if you tell the truth now, there is a good chance that both of us are going to prison.

Lew

Harold: Our conversation was consumed by confusion, anger, fear.
Lew: His or yours?
Harold: Both. This whole thing makes me sick to my stomach.

Marcus: Who the hell are you? How did you get in here?
Red: I should clarify. I'm not taking questions.

Dr. Jansen [to Weecha]: You wouldn't shoot me, would you?
Red: If she was going to shoot you, she would have pointed the gun at you.

Red: You seem ill at ease.
Panabaker: Yes, there is a line that I have studiously avoided crossing ... until now.