Reese: He isn't the first vet to try something extreme. We are an odd bunch, Finch.
Finch: You are odd, Mr. Reese. You're also wrong.

Finch: I'm watching Philip Chapple meet with two armed men.
Reese: What are they like?
Finch: Like you, to be honest--low-key and vaguely menacing.

Reese: Finch, are you okay?
Finch: Aside from riding on a motorcycle illegally, I'm fine! I'll be in touch.

Abby: Who are you?
Reese: I find it hard to answer that, even to myself.

Reese: Semtex and building plans. They'll find a soft entry point and blast their way into the vault. I like these kids.

Fusco: You crossed a line when you made that call to Carter. Pointing her towards me in the Davidson murder.
Simmons: What line is that?
Fusco: The line where I don't give a crap anymore. So watch your back.