Leverage

Eliot: Ooh. Redheads burn the hottest, don't they? Nate: Easy. She's like my niece. Eliot: She's not like your daughter, though. Nate: Yeah, no, like my niece. So I don't want you to like my niece. 'Cause she's like my niece. Eliot: I don't like your niece.

Tara: What's the game? Nate: Twenty Questions. Tara: I'll do it in ten.

Tara: What are we supposed to do, steal the wake? Nate: Whoa, have some respect--borrow the wake, to save the bar.

Eliot: Just use your little slimmer thing, man, and gank the ATMs. Hardison: It's called a skimmer. But thank you for trying. And no, I don't have that thing now. Look, we're the good guys now. I haven't used that thing in months. Parker: Months? Hardison: Yeah. Eliot: We've been the good guys longer than that. Hardison: Well, we had a break.

Eliot: Let me ask you one more question--would you even consider trying this if you were sober? Nate: Uh... I'd consider it. Eliot: Mm-hmm.

Hardison: Hey, you know what? If you are a stay-at-home mom, you break out the wine and the Xanax, because we are having snow days here, people.

Nate: Is that my jacket? Alec: You know what, man? You're lucky I'm not wearing your underwear. And the next time y'all call me, it better be for something easy, like faking a moon landing.

Tara: You do realize this is insane. Nate: Wow, you didn't say "impossible." You're--you're softening. Tara: She warned me you were a drunk. Nate: Yeah, well, it's different than before. Before, I used to think I was okay when I was drunk. Tara: And now? Nate: Now... I know I'm not okay.