Nate: “Yeah ok, yeah. Let’s go rob Nicky Moskone. A guy who kills people and lives in our city. Yeah, let’s do that.”

Nate: “Typical mob McMansion. They’ve got the hideous gate, infinity pool, statues everywhere.”

Nate: “We can’t get our surveillance our usual way, we’ll just have to borrow someone else’s.”

Hardison: “I’m the coffee, you the cream.”

Elliot: “Hardison, how am I supposed to get out of the FBI offices with a box full of surveillance tapes, huh?”
Hardison: “Punch somebody!”
Elliot: “Oh, I’m gonna punch somebody.”

Parker: “How was it?”
Hardison: “You try listening to 74 straight hours of surveillance of the mob on a Walkman.”
Nate: “Ok, what did you learn?”
Hardison: “Well, first of all, how great ‘Jersey Boys’ is. They are fantastic.”

Hardison: “Can you break the codes? Nate: “The code? The codes to the Cayman Bank of Trust where the Cali Cartel and the African dictators keep all their dirty money. The ones that Moskone changes anytime he damn well pleases? Come on dude, are you kidding me?
Nate: “You know you’re very negative lately. And the sass, it doesn’t help.”

Nate: “Sophie, where are we at?
Sophie: “Huh? I don’t know, Nate. I think you need to ask yourself that question. You called me, remember? And now we’re working together every day. I don’t know what you want. And to ask me that dressed like a Vicar. You’re a very strange man.
Nate: “No, no, no. I meant where are we at with finding the money.”

Maid of Honor: “You don’t think it makes me look fat?
Parker: “Oh definitely. I mean, why do you think I’m letting out the waist? To make you look less skinny?

Nate: “You know I swear, I never understood the lengths people go with these things. I mean the endless, you know the dresses and the endless toasts and the crying. And you know, it’s just it’s unbelievable to me. And everyone has a role to play. And the bride and groom at the end of the day they go home with a big pile of cash. And if you really think about it, the whole thing is just a giant, giant con!”
Sophie: “Well, aren’t you romantic.”

Nate: “I mean what is marriage? Is it running around on rooftops in Paris? No, I don’t think so. It’s pushing a cart around Home Depot. That’s what it is. It’s hard work. Hard, hard, hard, hard work, people.”

The Butcher of Kiev: “It burns!!”
Elliot: “It’s the lemon juice.”
Nate: “Did you just kill a guy with an appetizer?