Neal: I never say no to good coffee.
Elizabeth: Okay, well. Then why don't I pour and you tell me why you dropped by, knowing my husband's not here?
Neal: Hmm, I don't know... He suddenly doesn't trust me.
Elizabeth: I don't know how sudden it is. You know, breaking out of prison, stealing the music box, almost shooting Fowler... You want me to go on?
Neal: Not particularly, no.
Elizabeth: Look, he wants to trust you, but you have this, I don't know, habit, of doing the wrong thing for the right reasons.
Neal: What, you're saying that I'm impulsive but I have a good heart?
Elizabeth: Maybe you could try to balance the two?
Neal: You make a fair point.