Chuck

Chuck (to Sarah): I wanna be able to call you at the end of a bad day and tell you about some funny thing Morgan did, and not find out that I can't because you're off somewhere in Paraguay, quelling a revolution with a fork.

Bryce: (to Chuck) You'll do the right thing. You always do. That's why I sent you the Intersect in the first place.

Casey: Lunch break, Orange Orange. Chuck: Yogurt again? Can't we have a meatball sub? Casey: We're not eating, idiot. We got a new mission. Chuck: Does it have anything to do with Bryce? Why he's in town? Casey: I don't know. If I know Larkin, he's probably here for a roll in the hay with Walker.

Fulcrum Agent: Okay, let's try this one more time. The microchip. Please. The microchip now! Bryce: Release the kid first. Chuck: Kid? Honestly, we were born in the same year. Fulcrum Agent: Give me the chip and I'll let him go. (Bryce raises his arm and puts his gun down) Fulcrum Agent: The chip. Bryce: There. Now release him. Fulcrum Agent: Sorry. Bryce: You got it? Sarah: (Sarah, out of the Fulcrum Agents's view, whispers) Yeah, I got it. Bryce: Take it...take the shot, Sarah. Sarah! Take the shot! Take it! (A shot from elsewhere rings) Casey: You want something done right, you do it yourself.

Chuck: So uh...staying with Sarah, huh? Bryce: Protecting our cover. How are things between you guys? Chuck: They're good. Good good good. Solid. Why, did she say something? Bryce: No it's just, she's a beautiful girl, pretending to be your girlfriend. I was afraid you'd let the lines get blurred and fall for her. (Chuck scoffs) Chuck: What me, fall for Sarah? Please. (Sarah enters) Sarah: Hey guys. So how do I look? Chuck: Good. Yeah, yeah. Real good. Red's not really my color, so... (mumbles) forgot my jacket...or salmon or whatever that is.

Lester: I'm too young, upwardly mobile, and handsome to die.

(Chuck and Casey watch Anna fight) Casey: (On the phone) I need a background clearance on one Anna Wu. I have a candidate for possible field work. Chuck: No!

Anna: Morgan, you can't let a bully like Mitt push you around, this isn't high school. Morgan: No, it's worse. This is Buy More.

Von Hayes: Just get me the hell out of here, Jorge, I'm living in a Lamborghini, you can't imagine how little leg room there is.

(After the Intersect Update and Chuck falls backwards) Chuck: I hate Bryce Larkin.