Myka: I just don't understand why I had to be the model.

Pete: Well first of all, I don't have legs for a dress like that.

Myka: Do you know every former warehouse agent we know is either crazy, evil, or dead?
Pete: Or all three.

Claudia: Would it have killed you to put a warning label on this thing?
Artie: Saying what? "Only put on in case of stupid?"

Myka: How do we not end up with our brain scrambled, or fried, or blown up, or what every new way to die there could be?
Pete: Look at the bright side, I am usually within ten feet of you, so whatever terrible thing happens to you will happen to me too.
Myka: Comforting.

Kelly: Hey croissant boy, I need a prep nurse, get in here.
Pete: Ok, but I am not shaving anything.

Pete: I would be honored to have a life like yours.
Artie: I would be honored if you'd try for a little more.

What else? Okay, "repair auto-vac." Slice-o-pie. "Tighten and lubricate zip line." Sounds kind of dirty when you say it like that.

Claudia

Myka: Having intel in the field keeps an agent alive, Pete. But Artie acts like keeping us alive is not a priority. To him we're just...
Pete: Redshirts?
Myka: Yeah.
Pete: Okay. First, he doesn't think we're redshirts. And second, that's so cool you knew what I meant.

Myka: Hey, partner. How are you feeling?
Pete: Sore. Everywhere. Need cookies.

Myka: Is there anything you don't play with?
Pete: Umm... no.

Myka: What's he in for?
Pete: He killed his wife. A lot.

Claudia: It's okay if I don't like you, right?
Leena: Of course. But you do.