Chuck

Ellie: I shouldn't have pretended to be something that I'm not. I guess I just thought that there might be something on my dad's computer that would... I don't know, change the fact that I'm just a stay-at-home mom. Devon: Whoa, whoa, stop right there. You're Eleanor Bartowski Woodcomb, PhD, M.D., the brainiest, sexiest, kick-assiest woman I have ever known. You're not just anything. Ellie: Really? Devon: You're Mrs. Awesome.

Casey: You and Bartowski... you're still good agents. Sarah: Yeah, well, we used to be the best.

Chuck: Ooh. What are these? Sarah: These have a camera inside of them that'll scan for any bioresidue. Chuck: Ugh! Sounds like a CBS show.

Sarah: Chuck, if The Turk's dog is behind that door, so is The Turk. Chuck: All we got to do is get through four inches of solid steel. Sarah: Or we chop off Casey's hand. Chuck: Let's keep that as our backup plan, shall we? Sarah: Sure.

Sarah: Look at those two. First, they take over the Buy More, then they steal our partner, and now they're taking over our spy base. Chuck: I just can't believe Casey replaced us. Sarah: I can't believe the CIA replaced us. Chuck: Come again? Sarah: Well, who do you think is taking all of our missions? Chuck: Honey, please, look, I have something irreplaceable in this little head of mine, okay? So let Casey have his new team. You've still got the Intersect, baby.