White Collar Season 2 Episode 16

Mozzie: A sunken U-boat. What could be better than this?
Peter: What do you think is in it?
Mozzie: Ah, that is the question, isn't it? Plutonium would be an educated guess. You know they had the bomb years before we did.
Peter: Guess I missed that chapter in world history.
Mozzie: Yeah, of course you did. It could also contain Hitler clones.
Peter: (to Neal) Is he serious?
Neal: Unfortunately, yes. Mozzie, the antenna.
Mozzie: Hold on. It's got to warm up. Another possibility...
Peter: Let it be a surprise.

Mozzie: Look, I'm holding five fake Rolexes. If I get shaken down, I've got a government-stamped barcode on the back of my neck.

Neal: Usually I'd bring this business to Alex, but I can't find her.
Teddy Eames: Well, I would check the Interpol website. Apparently, she's all over it.

Peter: Watches?
Mozzie: Oh.
Peter: Money?
Mozzie: What money?
Peter: The $300 Eames gave you.
Mozzie: What $300 Eames gave me?
(Peter looks at Neal who shrugs)
Peter: Thanks for the help.
Mozzie: Anytime, Serpico.
Peter: Buy Jones lunch.
Mozzie: We'll see.

Alex: This is part of a plan, right? You let yourselves get caught then the FBI rides to the rescue.
Peter: You got the first part right.

Sara: Neal? (Mozzie opens the door) Not Neal.
Mozzie: And you're not a strawberry blonde with a penchant for Voltaire. I guess we're both disappointed.

Mozzie: I get it. We're fascinating creatures. We live a life of danger. It's exciting, slightly erotic. But with guys like us, you find yourself always trying to stay a step ahead. You relax once, let down your guard, and it all goes away.
Sara: You paint a very tragic picture.
Mozzie: Ah. One person's tragedy is another person's excitement.

Neal: You have a favorite color?
Peter: Oh, funny. This is your skill set, not mine.
Neal: All right, beige is usually neutral or bluff wire.
Peter: Usually?
Neal: I don't know if they bluffed with wire 60 years ago. The live ones should be the silver or the black.
Peter: El's favorite color is purple.
Neal: That doesn't help.

Peter: If I see jars of fetuses with little black mustaches, I'm turning around.
Neal: I don't think this is the one carrying Hitler clones.

Diana: We're not abducting you.
Mozzie: Can I get out?
Jones: No.
Mozzie: Well, then it feels like an abduction.