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(Casey spins Chuck around, who kicks a guy in the head)
Chuck: How do you like me now, sucker?
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Chuck: One, one more thing. There was one more name, another name I flashed on actually. But I left her name off the list.
Casey: What the hell are you talking about, Bartowski?
Chuck: Does the name Ilsa Trinchina mean anything to you, Sugar Bear?
Casey: (Casey grabs Chuck and hoists him up against the wall by his neck) You say that name ever again, and I will end you! Nod if you understand.
(Casey slams Chuck's head into the wall, forcibly nodding it)
Chuck: Casey, you're hurting the Intersect!
(Casey drops Chuck)
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Ilsa: We had nothing on him, the only way to get it out of him...
John Casey: By screwing it out of him? How um.. French.
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Chuck: I'm glad Casey had someone at least once in his life. I was beginning to think downstairs, he was built like a Ken doll.
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Sarah: Ellie, are you sure you're okay?
Ellie: It is just that...I have both feet in and Devon has only one foot in, so then it's just me taking care of three feet and I wanted it to be us, y'know, taking care of four feet. Do you understand what I'm saying?
Sarah: Completely.
Ellie: Of course you do. Of course you do.
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Ellie: Thank you.
Morgan: You're welcome.
Ellie: For last night.
Morgan: You know nothing happened.
Ellie: Mostly thanks for that.
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Casey: I think I see a scenario where we both get out of here with acceptable losses.
Chuck: What exactly is your version of acceptable?
Casey: Breaks and punctures, possible loss of a limb, no major organ damage.
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Chuck: Okay, you know what? If you wanna go through life all emotionally constipated and alone then suit yourself. I'll let you go back to protecting the greater good, you freaking robot.
Casey: I met her in a flower market in Rome. Ilsa was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen.
Chuck: I knew it. (shouting) It's alive!
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Morgan: Look, Ellie, I would pretty much do anything for you. You're kind of like a sister to me. A sister I want to have sex with so bad.
Ellie: Oh, god, Morgan!
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Chuck: Casey, I don't want to die as a man-stewardess!
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Casey: (Climbs out of the pool) Hope I'm not too late to object to this union?
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Casey: Where did you learn to tie people up, a Rocky and Bullwinkle cartoon?
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Chuck: (to Casey) I hate to break it to you, but nice girls don't go around marrying guys like you either. G-man assassin, international spy, I mean, pardon me for saying it, Casey, but at least on paper, you're kind of an unsavory dude.
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Chuck: Well Casey, I think this is the beginning of a beautiful friendship.
(Casey shoves Chuck into the bushes and locks his door behind him)
Chuck: Or... maybe not.