Thomas: Tyler, our pilot program has a strict "No Boy-Band Hair" policy, so ...
Jack: Thanks for letting me move in with you.
Hobbes: No prob. I hardly notice you even when we're face-to-face.
Erica: Guys, this is Fier--
Jack, Hobbes: DON'T TRUST HIM!
Erica: --o. Uh, time for a team-building exercise in Bangkok.
Joshua: Tyler's blood is weak, and he looks weedy in boxer shorts. Pathetic, inside and out.
Thomas: And he can't even hear us trash-talking him from 15 feet away.
Anna: Then he's expendable. Or maybe vital. Oh, I'll flip a coin. Later.
Erica: Hi, Thai Guys. I'm the new Eli.
Thai Guys: *Thhhpt!*
Erica: Eli died because he wasn't smart.
Thai Guys: "Smart" and "smart" ... what is this "smart"?
Anna: Lisa, go get it on with a Spaniard.
Lisa: But my all-consuming love for whiny Tyler-- er, yes'm.
Erica: We're teleconferencing because the internet's so secure.
Chad: I'll go sic Lisa!
Hobbes: I'll be the muscle!
Sid: I haven't died yet!
Jack: Guys, am I relevant in any way, shape or--
Laptop Lids: [snap shut in unison]
Fiero: Lots of kids died 18 years ago.
Erica: So we should go to Hong Kong.
Hobbes: Cool. Nothing's easier for international terrorists to do than get into the People's Republic of China.
Anna: Joshua, spy on Lisa, and report all her secret emotions to me.
Joshua: God, it's like 8th grade never ended.
Lisa: Gramma, I'm all emotion-y.
Diana: Embrace them. Hide them. They'll empower you. But no one can know.
Chad: Lisa, spy for us.
Lisa: Okay. Spying, spying, spying ...
Joshua: Hey Lisa, how about those emotions, huh?
Lisa: You, spy on me?! Buzz off, amateur.
Hong Kong Cop: Welcome to Hong Kong. I happen to keep a photo of the V-Doctor on me at all times.
Fiero: And I can bust Hong Kong security in a jiff.
Erica: F*ck diamonds; contrivances are a girl's best friend.
Hobbes: Knock, knock! My cunning disguise as a Chinese cop is eerily perfect!
V-Doctor: Well, c'mon in, then!
Erica: You, V-Doctor! Tell me everything or be tortured!
V-Doctor: Look there, a wall safe! [LEAP!] [WHOOSH!] [POOF!]
Hobbes: In China, they do love fireworks.
Erica: Now, do we blow the safe, or exchange meaningful glances?
Erica, Hobbes: *glance*
Jack: Ryan! You're treacherous, and we all hate you!
Ryan: If you help me spring my baby, at least you'll have something to do.
Jack: Hummmm ...
Erica: According the V-Doctor's safe files, Tyler is expendable!
Hobbes: Hell, *I* coulda told you that on Day One.
Fiero: Wanna play with unknown alien technology here and now?
Blood Bugs: Wheeeee!
Hobbes: Hi, Jack. Exposition for you.
Lisa: Hi, Chad. Info for you.
Sid: The blood bugs are man-haters.
Chad: And the live-aboards are speeding up V evolution.
Erica: No sh*t!
Joshua: My queen, Lisa has no emotions, but she was spying on files.
Anna: Which files?
Joshua: Dunno. In all our stolen evolution, we never acquired obervational skills.
Mendoza: Hi, Lisa. I'm from Spain, and I speak perfect English.
Lisa: Piss off, eurotrash.
Anna: WTF, Missy? [WHACK!]
Anna: I kinda liked that.
Anna: Here's the thing: Lisa is expendable, and this pulsating blob here can be the new queen.
Joshua: Or will the hybrid Freak Baby be the new queen?
Anna: I'll flip a coin. Later.
Erica: Do I rock, or don't I?!
Fifth Column: Sure.
Joshua: My experiments have turned Freak Baby into Freak Girlie.
Ryan: Hi, Freak Girlie! Who's your Daddy?
Freak Girlie: It's Anna, isn't it?
Anna: Neato. [Whisper] Joshua, expend with Ryan.
Joshua: Can't you just chomp him here and now?
Anna: "Messy death" and "designer dress" don't go together, peasant.
Tyler: Lisa, I'm a kick-ass pilot now.
Lisa: I never thought I'd say this, but I kinda miss Emo-B*tch Tyler.
Lisa: GOD, all day it's been spy-this, expendable-that ...
Diana: Here's a hug, sweetie.
Lisa: Here's a gizmo, Gramma.
Diana: Here's a cold, furtive smile behind your back.
Lisa: You don't have to say that out loud, you know.