- Alec Hardison: Let's go over the code.
- Eliot Spencer: What code? We're a couple of cops.
- Alec Hardison: Unarmed cops. We may need to communicate in code. So look, I'll casually mention Star Trek...
- Eliot Spencer: Great, 'cause that comes up a lot.
- Alec Hardison: It does!
- Parker: Is it just me, or has Nate gotten a little sadistic since he quit drinking?
- Sophie Devereaux: Is it just me, or does that make him even more attractive?
- Alec Hardison: [quarreling with Eliot over a shirt] I can't wear a size sixteen neck, okay, I got to breathe!
- Eliot Spencer: I gotta wear my scrubs underneath the uniform, I need a bigger neck.
- Alec Hardison: You gonna give me that shirt.
- Eliot Spencer: [threateningly] Listen to me, son, you need those fingers to type on your little keyboard, don't ya?
- Alec Hardison: [slowly releasing the shirt] See, you know... a bully's just a cowboy with low self-esteem.
- Eliot Spencer: Oh, is that right?
- Alec Hardison: I said what?
- Eliot Spencer: Well, my insecure ass is gonna be wearing this shirt.
- Eliot Spencer: Listen to me, son, you need those fingers to type on your little keyboard, don't ya?
- Alec Hardison: See, you know, a bully's just a cowboy with low self esteem.
- Nathan Ford: Just keep your eyes on the marshalls', alright?, we have two hours, starting
- [sets watch]
- Nathan Ford: now, go!
- Alec Hardison: You gon' give me that shirt!
- [trying to pull shirt out of Eliots hands]
- Eliot Spencer: [steps in closer] Listen to me son,you need those fingers to type on your little keyboard,don't ya?
- [yanks the shirt out of Hardisons hands as hardison lets go, and starts to walk away]
- Alec Hardison: You see a bully's just a cowboy, with low self estem!
- Eliot Spencer: [turns around and walk back] What was that man?
- [smirks]
- Alec Hardison: [backs up] I said..."what"?
- Eliot Spencer: My insecure ass gon' be wearin' this shirt,
- [exits]
- Alec Hardison: [pretends to throw something at Eliot]
- Nathan Ford: [Socratically] What are you more afraid of than prison?
- Sophie Devereaux: Death?
- Nathan Ford: And what are you more afraid of than death?
- Team: [raised eyebrows]