- Taffy: They're called breasts and, yes, they are exceptional. You can mention that when you blog about this later.
- Topher Brink: It was Alpha, wasn't it? Nobody else could come even close to pulling off a remote wipe. He's alive. He's out there.
- Adelle DeWitt: [Puts some papers on the table] You'll need to sign and initial at the bottom.
- Topher Brink: Is this... Am I fired?
- Adelle DeWitt: I'm upping your security clearance.
- Adelle DeWitt: [to Topher] Sign and initial at the bottom. I'll tell you what I know about Alpha. You'll tell me how he did this and how we can keep him from ever doing it again.
- Boyd Langton: [they've noted that Echo, Sierra and Victoria are grouping, and Topher likened them to a herd] They're not bison, Topher.
- Topher Brink: They're a little bit bison!
- Taffy: I figured out on my first job, when a little creative thinking on my part almost got me not paid, never second-guess a client. And wear comfy shoes. Our client's paying premium for no-kill, he gets no-kill. Okey-doke?
- Cyril: I-I think you're hurting him.
- Taffy: You're very astute, professor. It's a good thing this is a no-kill job.
- Topher Brink: [after listening to a call between Boyd and Echo] That's not - Uh-uh. That didn't happen. How do I know that didn't happen? Because that *can't* happen!
- Adelle DeWitt: Topher, what can't happen?
- Laurence Dominic: This goes nowhere good.
- Topher Brink: I'm pretty sure, I'm kind of positive, actually, that something happened - the exact same thing happened, except without the chair.
- Adelle DeWitt: You've stated that remote wipes aren't possible.
- Topher Brink: I've said they're untested. I-I've said they're a very bad, bad idea. I've said I can't do them.
- Topher Brink: This isn't a lone gunman. This is a conspiracy. A gigantic, multi-pronged conspiracy.
- Ivy: You need to take something.
- Topher Brink: You don't know?
- Boyd Langton: What's going on?
- Topher Brink: Echo's been wiped. Remotely.
- Boyd Langton: WHAT?
- Topher Brink: It's not my fault!
- Lubov: The FBI doesn't work like that! You can't - you can't do this!
- Paul Ballard: I'm a screw up, remember? My CI shows up dead, nobody's gonna blink. Nobody's going to care.
- Paul Ballard: [shouting] Who gave you the tip? Was it her?
- Lubov: A voice on the phone. A man. Not old, not young... accent, sounded Georgian, maybe. Russia Georgia, not Sweet Home Georgia.
- Paul Ballard: [Takes gun off Lubov's chest] Alabama.
- Lubov: What do I know? It's confusing, this country.
- Paul Ballard: [Showing Lubov a picture of Caroline] Who is she?
- Lubov: A-A pretty girl.
- Paul Ballard: She is a pretty girl. Pretty and lost. You know lots of girls like that.
- Lubov: Not her.
- Paul Ballard: Is she the reason they want me dead? Her name's Caroline! Bell's ringing?
- Taffy: When a client doesn't say upfront who they are, finding out's usually not healthy. How 'bout we stop speculating?
- Laurence Dominic: I'll notify Boyd. He may have to neutralize her.
- Adelle DeWitt: No! I'm beginning to suspect he hasn't the proper distance. Send out for Ramirez and Hutchins. Put them on stand-by.
- Laurence Dominic: I'm sorry.
- Adelle DeWitt: Me too.