Mozzie: The marshals aren't gonna share with the Suit. They're notoriously protective. Probably because of their involvement with --
Neal: I'm not in the mood for conspiracy theories, Moz.
Mozzie: I was gonna say prisoner transfer -- Alien prisoner transfer.

Jones: First case back. How does it feel?
Peter: Like the higher-ups are watching and waiting for me to screw up.
Jones: Sounds like fun.
Peter: It is.

Peter: You're supposed to be taking some time off.
Neal: Come on, Peter. I need to keep busy. Besides, I never pass up a chance to go into the Kessman museum.
Peter: That's because you're not allowed in without an FBI escort.

Neal: (to Peter) Don't you think it's more plausible if you and Diana were the patrons? I mean, a happy couple visiting the museum. She thinks Warhol's cool. You think, "A can of soup's a can of soup."

Peter: You can go join Diana.
Neal: Oh. You think she needs my help?
Peter: No, I just don't like you walking around here without a chaperone.

Neal: (about Diana) Aw, she's nervous. She plays with her hair when she's nervous.
Jones: Ah, I hadn't noticed.
Neal: That's because she's rarely nervous.

Mozzie: I should really frisk her for weapons before I go.
Abigail: Try and I'll break your little fingers.
Mozzie: She's clean.

Neal: Why do I feel like I've entered a crime scene?
Mozzie: Oh, sorry about the hats. Art requires sacrifice, and Haberdasher's not on my résumé.

Peter: I gave the drive back to the Marshals.
Neal: Good.
Peter: Really?
Neal: Look, I said the price was too high and I meant it. Your trust is too important to me.

Neal: I've caused enough trouble in your life lately. I thought... I thought I could protect you from it this time.
Peter: Lying to me is never protecting me.

Neal: You wouldn't have believed me.
Peter: Should've given me a chance.

Abigail: Here's everything you wanted from the Marshals' database.
Neal: I don't want it.
Abigail: You're serious?
Neal: I said I wouldn't take the offer. The price is too high.

Diana: I feel like I'm running in two different directions, and once I stop, then I'm gonna have to face reality.
Neal: Then never stop running. I tried, and the minute you stop, it's not just gonna catch up to you, it's gonna run you over.
Diana: What if you wanna stop running?
Neal: You have to give something up.

Neal: I was standing right next to him, Moz. Peter made it so that I could come back to New York, and in return, I stabbed him in the back.

Neal: God, I wish I'd told Peter everything from the beginning.
Mozzie: You couldn't have seen this coming. She set you up well.
Neal: Probable cause, my anklet putting me at the scene, DNA... I'm not sure I'd believe me.
Mozzie: It's a hole too deep to climb out of. The only other option is to keep digging.

Jones: You wanna be the docent.
Neal: Listen, if you guys think that's best, I'm happy to-
Peter: We don't.
Diana: You don't think I can do it.
Neal: No, I think you'll be great! I mean, I'm sure you know what year Rodin finished "The Gates of Hell"...
Diana: 1917.
Neal: (triumphantly) Trick question! He never finished that piece!
Diana: Trick answer! He died in 1917, which means he was as done as he'd ever be.
Neal: What if we're both docents?
Diana: The museum doesn't want Neal Caffrey, the infamous art thief, dressed as one of their employees.
Neal: And suddenly I find myself rooting for our mystery thief.