Human Target Season 2 Episode 9

Ilsa: Why in God's name are you here?
Chance: Same reason you're here, to see the show. Guerrero says it's fantastic.
Ilsa: You know La Traviata?
Guerrero: Well, I'm not going to lie. If I have to sit through this baroque stuff, I'd much prefer Rossini.

Ilsa: Come on, Mr. Chance, why are really here? I want the truth this time.
Chance: I told you. I'm here to see La Tortellini.
Ilsa: That's a type of pasta.
Chance: Is it?

Connie: Ilsa, what's he going to do? I don't like this.
Ilsa: Relax, Connie.
Connie: You saw what they did to Patrick.
Ilsa: You're about to see why I hired this man, why he's in a class of his own, and why no one, and I mean no one, can do what he does. Isn't that right, Guerrero?
Guerrero: Oh yeah.
Connie: Why, what's he going to do?
Guerrero: He's going to puke.
(Chance vomits loudly)
Ilsa: Good lord.
Connie: I wish to God someone would explain to me what's going on.
Guerrero: Well, you know how some people have perfect pitch? Others can see well at night. Well, Chance can vomit on cue.

(over the radio)
Chance: Winston, you with me?
Winston: I've been listening to you heave for the last ten minutes. Why would I go anywhere?

Connie: We're being held by armed thugs. Why wouldn't I call the police?
Guerrero: Hey, it's okay. We all make mistakes.

Chance: She stays.
Guerrero: Have a seat, boss.
Connie: Is he serious?
Ilsa: No.
Guerrero: I'm missing the opera right now. You don't want to test me. Sit down. (cocks his gun)

Ilsa: Can we please stop worrying about me for a change?
Chance: Do you have any experience picking locks, by any chance?
Ilsa: If I say yes, would it at least make you feel better?