Sam: You think I should have a hobby? Now, what would that be? Hanging around a derelict library with you, your poorly-socialized guard dog, and Bear here?
Finch: Bit of a come down from saving the world, I guess, but we have our moments.
Sam: Is this your hobby? Running a halfway home for retired assassins?
Finch: Hate to see talent go to waste.
Sam: Awfully trusting of you, now, isn't it?
Finch: I'm quite confident, Miss Shaw, that you are the first person who has ever said that to me.