Helena: I checked; this is what fashionable British archeologists are wearing.
Myka: That is what Hollywood directors think fashionable British archeologists are wearing.
Helena: Well, it is terribly comfortable.

Pete: Pancakes!
Myka: Pete do you ever think of anything other than food?

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

Artie: The Corsican vest. Where did you find that? Venice?
Wells: Ft. Lauderdale.
Artie: Of course.

Claudia: Can I hug you?
Artie: Maybe later in the week.

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

Frederic: My name's Frederic.
Pete: Frederic what?
Frederic: Mrs. Frederic.
Pete: Well, that's a relief.

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

Pete: What's that?
Frederic: An invitation to endless wonder.
Pete: Okay, could you sound a little more creepy?

You know, I've never had a gay friend before. Which is weird, if you think about it I'm sort of fabulous, right? I mean, I guess there was Paquito at the institution, but he was one of Susan's personalities. So I don't think he really counts.

Claudia

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