- Ellie Bartowski: What about you, any revelations? Any ideas what you'll do next?
- Chuck Bartowski: Uh, yeah, a few.
- Ellie Bartowski: If you say "pilot the Millennium Falcon", I *will* hit you.
- Chuck Bartowski: Uh, why would I say that? That's absurd. I'm going to be a ninja assasin.
- Ellie Bartowski: No! Try again.
- Chuck Bartowski: Um. Olympic...
- Ellie Bartowski: Uh-uh.
- Chuck Bartowski: [slight pause] Secret Agent.
- Ellie Bartowski: This is what happens when you sit in front of the television set too long.
- Chuck Bartowski: [as Jeff is playing footsies with Chuck during his interview] That's not - That's not called for. Or welcome, actually. Very unwelcome!
- Sarah Walker: What about me?
- Chuck Bartowski: [chuckles] You're really going to make me say it.
- [Sarah smiles]
- Chuck Bartowski: Wow, okay. Fine. All right, we'll play it your way... . A girl like you, or more appropriately, a *woman* like you. Considering the fact that you could probably kick the ass of everyone in this joint. And a smart one too. Not to mention, cool... and extremely beautiful. And - and - you can stop me any time with the compliments if they're becoming... you know...
- Sarah Walker: No, that's very... sweet.
- Chuck Bartowski: "Sweet?" Golly gee, thanks for making me feel like I'm 8.
- Sarah Walker: [slight chuckle] You're not so bad yourself.
- Chuck Bartowski: [sarcastically] Please, I'm fantastic.
- Sarah Walker: [seriously] Yeah. You are.
- Chuck Bartowski: Tonight... our first *real* date.
- Sarah Walker: Or our *second* first date.
- Chuck Bartowski: No gun fight, I promise.
- Sarah Walker: Okay.
- Chuck Bartowski: You know, I still have an awful lot of secrets in my head. The Lindberg baby, the formula for New Coke...
- Sarah Walker: What are you saying, Chuck?
- Chuck Bartowski: What I've always wanted to say, Sarah...
- [they both lean closer together. Chuck gets a flash]
- Chuck Bartowski: No, no, no, no, no! Not now. Not now!
- [pulls back]
- Sarah Walker: Chuck, what is it?
- Chuck Bartowski: We're surrounded.
- John Casey: [after Chuck jumps over the counter] Good to see you, Bartowski.
- Chuck Bartowski: Hey, Casey. 90 Twinkies in three minutes!
- Morgan Grimes: Jeff's going to die!
- Chuck Bartowski: [on their date] What do you think Casey would do if he saw us now?
- Sarah Walker: He'd die.
- Chuck Bartowski: You want to go on a date with me some time? I mean a date without aliases, and spy gear, and no mission.
- Sarah Walker: Like a *real* date?
- Chuck Bartowski: Yeah.
- Sarah Walker: Chuck,
- [clears throat, checks to make sure no one is listening]
- Sarah Walker: I'm still a CIA agent. And there are a hundred reasons why I shouldn't do that.
- Chuck Bartowski: What do you have to lose? In a week, you're going to be undercover somewhere in some place like Jakarta, in a knife fight with some evil doer and in that exact moment you're going to wish you would have spent one night of fun with me.
- Sarah Walker: ...Okay.
- Chuck Bartowski: What exactly are you doing?
- Colt: I'm stretching. Getting limber.
- Chuck Bartowski: Why are you doing that?
- Colt: So I won't pull a muscle when I break your neck. Maybe you should get limber too.
- Chuck Bartowski: Hey, What's up, buddy?
- Morgan Grimes: Large Mart goons, they could be anywhere. I don't want them to see this.
- Chuck Bartowski: What is this?
- Morgan Grimes: Compound level from "Call of Duty". After our last battle with those Large Mart douches I started to work on this, planning on how we can take them all out. Alright, listen up, here are the specs. Are you ready? 23 infantry troopers, 16 snippers, 7 heavy gunners, 4 demolition experts, and enough ammunition to orbit Arnold Schwarzenegger, 50 gamers, one call, all ready for battle. With this team assembled and my plan I think we can beat them.
- Chuck Bartowski: Morgan, you are my hero.
- Morgan Grimes: Welcome to Thunderdome! It is the ancient way! To the victor go the spoils! One of them will be the new assistant manager and one of them will be Jeff! The fates will decide!