- Eliot Spencer: [on the mat getting pummeled]
- Sophie Devereaux: You drugged him, didn't you?
- Jed Rucker: What makes you think I would trust a bunch of lying grifters to keep their word?
- Sophie Devereaux: Get the doctor, Parker. Now!
- Jed Rucker: No need, it will be over in a couple of minutes.
- Sophie Devereaux: Oh my, you don't get it do you. Eliot's not like other fighters. He doesn't play games. He fights to survive, that's his training. It takes all his control *not* to kill somebody. You've just made him more dangerous. You've take the safety off the gun!
- Alec Hardison: [frustrated] Look, you know what I can do? I can re-task a satellite. I can get a level-3 NSA security clearance. But I can't hack a hick.
- Room Service: Room service, can I help you?
- Sophie Devereaux: Yeah no, I can't eat this. Everything on my plate is yellow!
- Room Service: It's Chicken Fried Steak.
- Sophie Devereaux: It's what? Chicken Fried Steak?
- Room Service: Yes.
- Sophie Devereaux: No, let me tell you, meat should never be used as an adjective.
- [last lines]
- Sophie Devereaux: Pork rind?
- Parker: Err...
- Sophie Devereaux: They're actually pretty good.
- [munching]
- Sophie Devereaux: You sure?