- Harold Finch: I was referring to how you were able to plant a tracking device without our friend noticing.
- Sameen Shaw: Oh, I planted one on you, Fusco... hell, even John. Haven't been caught yet.
- Harold Finch: Remind me to stop inquiring about your modus operandi.
- Mini: Ain't no long game for guys like me. Just the game. Doesn't make a damn bit of a difference what you do. Or who you do it for. Dominic ain't no different. Just another man like all the rest.
- Sameen Shaw: Sounds like this Dominic's a lot smarter than that.
- Mini: Couple years on top, he'll burn out. Or get wasted. Only one rule: we all die in the end.
- Carl Elias: It's a tricky business. Playing a game in which you're unsure of the pieces.
- Harold Finch: And in this game, I fear that losing is not an option.
- Sameen Shaw: Release Detective Riley and forget about the Booker kids. Or I huff, and I puff, and I burn your house down.
- John Reese: You know what, Malcolm? I think you'd make a good lawyer.
- Malcolm Booker: I was thinking about being a cop.
- John Reese: Is that right?
- Malcolm Booker: Like you. But I'd shoot less people.
- John Reese: [Approaching a group of girls] Excuse me, have any of you seen Tracie Booker today?
- Queen Bee: [gives a disdainful look] Let's go, girls.
- [They move to leave]
- John Reese: Wait. Um, all right, I'll play you for it. Hopscotch.
- Queen Bee: Don't go hurting yourself, old man. Want us to drop a dime? It's gonna cost ya.
- John Reese: [Cut to] Good news, Harold, I got a lead. Bad news, I need more petty cash.
- Malcolm Booker: Wanna be the man, you gotta have a plan.
- John Reese: You wanna be the man? Start taking care of your family.
- Malcolm Booker: Whose place is this?
- John Reese: I worked a job here last week.
- Malcolm Booker: What kind of job?
- John Reese: The kind it's better not to ask about.
- Malcolm Booker: Look, everybody got an angle. Why should I trust you?
- John Reese: Because I'm the one standing between you and them.
- Mini: Where are we?
- Sameen Shaw: It depends. You tell me what I want to know, it's a pit stop. You don't... it's your final resting place.
- John Reese: What's up, Lionel?
- Lionel Fusco: Yeah, you can - uh - thank me with a prime rib, maybe some twice-baked potatoes...
- John Reese: Are you placing a dinner order, or is there a reason for your call?