Chuck

Sarah: I wanted to apologize for last night. I suppose I jumped the gun a little and I didn't mean to interfere with your date. Chuck: Yeah, not sure if it qualifies as a date when you're bugged with CIA microphones and infiltrated an arms importer but hey, I'm new at this. Sarah: Well it's hard to have a real relationship in this line of work. Chuck: Apparently it's hard to have a fake one as well. Sarah: Well, if it's any consolation, I never felt like our time together was work.

Chuck: I'm in the bathroom! Is nothing sacred to you people? Casey: Just the right to bear arms.

(Chuck and Sarah try to defuse the bomb) Chuck: Ok. Ok, Intersect: flash! Show me how to do this. Sarah: Did you flash? Chuck: No, nothing. Chuck: C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon baby, don't fail me now, c'mon. Sarahh: Ok Chuck, that's enough. Run; I'm gonna try and stay and defuse it. Chuck: No, I'm not leaving you here. Sarah: Go, that is an order. Chuck: (Indignant) No. (Sarah draws her pistol and aims it at Chuck) Sarah: I said go! Chuck: Oh, I see, so you're gonna shoot me to prevent me from being blown up; that's a great plan. Sarah: Why are you so stubborn? Chuck: Actually, I can consider this a rare moment of courage. I don't know where it's coming from; I guess you just bring out the worst in me. Sarah: And you in me. (The bomb spools up as the timer ticks below five seconds) Chuck: It was nice knowing ya. (Chuck winces in fear of the impending explosion. Sarah looks up at him desperately and impulsively grabs his head, pulling her lips to his. The yank jolts Chuck's eyes open, and once he realizes what is happening, he pulls Sarah close as they share a passionate and aggressive kiss. They both stop as they realize that the bomb had failed to detonate. They share an awkward stare, then slowly draw apart from one another. Each glances over at the bomb: the timer is frozen at zero.) Sarah: (out of breath) Well, the good news is we're alive and the bad news is this is kind of an uncomfortable moment right now. Chuck: This is completely comfortable on my end...just saying.

(Chuck and Sarah are put into the boot of the car by one of Stavros' men) Chuck: Why did you come in, I had the situation entirely under control. Sarah: Yeah, I can see that. Chuck: So, I assume you have a plan to get us out of this mess. Sarah: Right now Casey's tracking your GPS device in your watch, a SWAT team will be here any minute. Chuck: Yeah, about the watch... (Casey finds the watch in a cup of coffee.) Chuck: Lou was incriminating herself and I didn't want her getting into trouble. Sarah: Always the romantic, hunh Chuck?!? Chuck: Jealous? Sarah: It was foolish; do you really think that the CIA is interested in a deli meat smuggler? Chuck: Well excuse me, if I'm not Mr. Perfect Spy, we can't be all Bryce Larkin now can we? Sarah: Who's jealous now? Chuck: Me jealous of you and Bryce? Never. Sarah: Said everything that you wanna say? Chuck: More or less. Sarah: Good, now SHUT UP; you're sucking up all the air.

Sarah: You're asking me out a day after I broke up with your friend? Lester: All's fair in love and war, Sarah. Sarah: You know what you seem like to me? Lester: Hmm? Sarah: A man who... (Sarah jumps on the counter) Sarah: ..knows what he wants. Sure, you know, we could go through all the motions - coffee, movie, dinner - or we could just skip all of that nonsense and I could just devour you right here. (pause) This should hold us... Lester: It's, it's an interesting, uh, thought. Let me think about that proposition.

(looking at Sarah, as she walks out with tears) Jeff: Heart breaker. Lester: Dream maker. Jeff: Love taker.

(As they listen in on Chuck's date) Sarah: Maybe I should go in. Casey: Same bit with you, hunh? Sarah: What's that supposed to mean? Casey: You need me to spell it out? Fine: ya fall for guys you work with. First Bryce, now our boy Chuck. Sarah: Bryce was a mistake, and heh, I haven't fallen for Chuck. Casey: Yeah, whatever you say. And just so we're clear, sister: NOT INTERESTED.

Chuck: (Leaving Lou a message) I know I was a jerk the other night, which I am fully ready to blame on the alcohol or global warming or my allergy to neon... (Sees Casey approaching) So uh, call me, buh bye. (To Casey) Thanks a lot! You made me give her a buh-bye!

Casey: You want us to help? We could cut her power, smoke her out... Chuck: Oh, that's very romantic. Why not just club her over the head and drag her out by the foot?

Casey: We're going down to the docks tonight to intercept the package. Chuck: Oh. You need me to go? Casey: Yeah, if the crap hits the fan, we could use you, chicken neck.

Casey: So how'd it go? Chuck: My god, I am in the bathroom! Is nothing sacred to you people?

Casey: (Hands Chuck a red rose) Aren't you forgetting something, Romeo? Chuck: Oh-hoh, of course. Let me guess: this is equipped with some kind of microscopic, infrared tracking device that determines... her mother's Communist affiliations? Casey: No, idiot. It's so you can get laid.

Chuck: We're on our second date and I'm already lying to her. Casey: Relax, it's LA, everyone lies while dating.

General Beckman: I don't like the idea of this breakup at all. What the hell happened? Casey: She got dumped. Sarah: We decided that it would be best for Chuck to date a civilian. It will help secure his cover in the event that someone IDs me. Casey: Yeah, because she got dumped.

Casey: (After Lou walks off on Chuck) How was the date? Chuck: Is it me or does our government never want me to have sex again?

Lou: (After Chuck flashes on her ex) Believe me, the last thing you want is that lunatic swimming around in your head.