Sophie: ”Thank you so much for coming to my play last night.”
Parker: “Last night was awesome.”
Sophie: “Oh thanks, Parker.”
Parker: “Yeah, it was like a horror movie.”

Parker: “That’s St. Nicholas?”
Hardison: “Yeah.”
Parker: “Santa Claus has a church?”
Elliot: “It’s not Santa Claus.”

Hardison: “Did you see me?”
Elliot: “He was injured.”
Hardison: “Well somebody gotta fight the injured. Shoot, that’s my niche.”

Elliot: “I gotta be honest with you. We’re gonna need a miracle to save this church.”
Nate: “So let’s go steal ourselves a miracle.”

Elliot: “So you dropped out of priest school to become an insurance cop and now you’re a leader of a band of thieves. Nice.”

Hardison: “No – I’m not denominational. It’s just I never do anything my Nana said, ‘Don’t do.’”

Nate: “I said bleeding tears, not bleeding ears.”
Hardison: “Look, look man, you’re lucky on this deadline, I didn’t give you a baking soda volcano.”

Nate: “Ok, Hardison, could you just make the statue cry without melting St. Nick’s head.”
Parker: “Don’t melt Santa.”
Elliot and Hardison: “It’s not Santa.”

Parker: “It’s like Christmas. See I told you St. Nicholas is Santa Claus.”
Sophie: “No, he’s not Parker.”
Parker: “Well, who is he then?”
Sophie: “Saint Nicholas? He’s the patron saint of thieves.”