Blackpoole: “Are you here to kill me, Nate?
Nate: “Not tonight.”
Blackpoole: “In that case, come in. There’s shrimp.”
Nate: “I do love shrimp.

Nate: “I’m sorry, are we still unclear? I’m a functioning alcoholic. Trick is to not get hung up on the “alcoholic,” really celebrate the “functioning” part of the sentence.”

Sophie: “You don’t need rehab.”
Elliot: “You need revenge.”

Hardison: “Man, am I glad we don’t have to break in there. That is one sick security system.”
Parker: “Come on, with our tools? Give me three days of prep, it’d be like taking diamonds from the French National Bank.”

Hardison: “Please don’t play with the little naked man.”

Parker: “We should pretend to make out.”

Hardison: “Can we talk about what just happened.”
Parker: “Weird, huh?”
Hardison: “You could say that.”
Parker: “Nate’s ex-wife coming out of nowhere.”
Hardison: “Yes. No, that’s not –“
Parker: “Chew some gum.”
Hardison: “Was my breath that funky, is that what you’re saying”

Sophie: “Always your fatal flaw. You think too much.”

Nate: “Let’s break the law, one last time.”

Sophie: “I was just an honest citizen with a very good retirement plan.”

Nate: “We’re both addicts.”
Sophie: “We’re all addicts. One way or another, we’re all addicted to our past.”

Sterling: “That’s the funny thing about con men. They don’t bluff.”