Chuck

Sarah: The idea with a cover is to keep it as simple as possible without revealing true personal detail. Any thoughts on a name? Chuck: Charles Carmichael? Simple, dignified-- Sarah: Easy to remember, and not far off from-- Chuck: Graduated with honors from Stanford, runs a hugely successful software company, semi-retired, and is considering entering America's Cup. Sarah: You done this before? Chuck: Let's just say Mr. Carmichael and I share a small kinship. Sarah: How's that? Chuck: When I first entered Stanford it's kinda where I envisioned myself being...by now. Except for the sailing part; I don't really know where that came from.

Casey: Congratulations, Chuck. You just got your first mission. Tomorrow night. Hope you're ready for the real world.

Harry: Where's Bartowski? Morgan: On a date with his smoking-hot wiener girl.

Chuck: You know, if we were really dating this would be the part where I'd be forced to kiss you goodnight. Sarah: Forced? Would it be so bad? Chuck: (smiles) I'm sure I could suffer through it. Sarah: Me too.

Chuck: I'm sorry guys. And Anna. Anna: "Guys" is fine, I don't mind. Chuck: No, it's not right, we need to come up with something non-gender-specific. How do we feel about "team?" Anna: "The little Nerd-Herders?" Lester: "The Lesters?" Jeff: "Chuck's Stable of Hos?"

Chuck: Okay, this is my first foray into major undercover spy work. So, you could ease up on the sarcasm, that would be great. And, how am I supposed to recognize La Ciudad? Is there a picture or something? Casey: If there was a photograph, why would we need you? Chuck: What did we just talk about? Casey: Oh, I'm sorry. We're hoping something at the event triggers a flash. Chuck: See, that's all you had to say.

Sarah: Don't worry about tonight: no reason to be nervous, I'm not going to leave your side. Chuck: Me? Nervous? C'mon, never. Sarah: Your hand is a little moist. Chuck: It does that when I'm freaking out.

Casey: Toughen up. You'll be fine: assuming you know how to tango Chuck: I did some preparation, I wouldn't call myself an expert but... Sarah: (freaking out and looking at him) Why would he need to know how to tango? Is that code? Chuck: No. Not… no. He told me I'd need to know how to tang... (Casey chuckles, Sarah smirks) Chuck: (wryly) Spy humor. I like that.

Casey: Don't worry. You're gonna be fine. Nothing's gonna happen to you. Assuming you know how to tango. Chuck: Seriously? Casey: Oh, I don't joke about your life.

Chuck: Why are these people sleeping? Casey: They're not sleeping. Sarah: These people were killed, Chuck, and we would like to know why. Chuck: I have no idea! Casey: Well, look again. Chuck: I would rather not! It's kinda creepy!

Morgan: Just wanted to come by and say I'd love to help, but A, I lack the skill set, and B, old computers give me the willies. You have no idea how much courage it's taking just to stand here. Chuck: I'm really proud of you, buddy.

Harry: Chuck, Big Mike wants to see you. Chuck: Not now, Harry. Can't you see I'm with a customer? (Leans over to the kid playing on the video game) I am sorry sir, this is not usually how we do things at Buy More. (Harry leaves and Big Mike comes up behind him) Big Mike: Now, Chuck. Chuck: I was just on my way to see you. That's crazy. (Whispers to the kid) Pause that.

(to Sarah and John, who are arguing.) Chuck: Mom. Dad. Can we get on with it? I have hard drives to fix.

La Ciudad: I think your hand is supposed to be on my hip. Chuck: Right. Apparently I learned the girls' part of this dance. Would you mind leading?

Chuck: So, dress attire for this evening: sneakers or are we classifying this more as a shoe event. Casey: We rented you a tux. Chuck: Oh, that's very ni...how did you know my size? Casey: NSA, we have records of your rental information on prom night. (Chuck's jaw drops) I checked the suit in your closet.