Chuck: So, where were we on the conversations?
Sarah: Personal time.
Chuck: Oh yes, yes. Morgan is going to need at least five hours of my time every week for Halo purposes.
Sarah: And I need thirty minutes of complete silence before sleep.
Chuck: Which is going to be a challenge with my cuddling needs.

Chuck: Something came up.
Big Mike: Is that something more important than being assistant manager? Is it more important than handing over your promotion to Tang? [He becomes distraught] Please, Chuck, is it more important than Big Mike's relaxation?!?
Chuck: Look, Big Mike, there are just some things in life that are just more important than the Buy More.
Big Mike: You mean like fishin' and danish?

Chuck: Sticky clutch. [nervous laugh] Remind me to have my assistant have that fixed.
Jill: I think the valet is up a little further.
Chuck: Beautiful night for walk, huh? Shall we?

Chuck: The force is strong in this one.
Morgan: Mmmm. I have no idea what that means, but I am pumped.

Chuck: The guy is a total loser, all right? Absolute bottom feeding scum of the Earth. Have I mentioned considerably older man!
Jack: [from behind] All true, but I'm a hell of a dancer.
Sarah: Chuck, I'd like you to meet my dad, Jack Burton. Dad, this is my boyfriend, Chuck.
Chuck: [Chuck clears his throat] Pleasure, sir.

Chuck: The guy who created Missile Command commands actual missiles?

Chuck: There's gotta be a contingency plan if enemy agents infiltrate my house. Like a button you push that calls that cavalry so they can swoop in and get everyone out. Where's the button?
Casey: Me. I'm the button.

Chuck: This is gonna be your favorite song. [plays "Feeling Good" by Nina Simone]

Chuck: Wait. So not only did we not get the FULCRUM list, but Jill's never going to speak to me again because she caught me naked rinsing off fruit punch on another woman.
Casey: Common spy problem.
Chuck: Really?

Chuck: We are crap communicators.
Sarah: What?
Chuck: Why are we so afraid to talk about the whole ring thing, you know? I mean we're in love, you wear your teeth-bleaching system in front of me... We should be able to talk, no?

Chuck: We have a cover date tomorrow, Christmas at the Bartowski's.
Sarah: Oh. Wow. Thanks for the invitation Chuck but I don't do Christmas.
Chuck: I'm sorry. I think you just said "You don't do Christmas."
Sarah: Look, I rather not get into it.
Chuck: But it's, it's Christmas. Look I'm not buying the whole Scrooge act. Okay. Underneath that spy cover is a regular person, just like the rest of us. I mean honestly, how weird could Christmas have been for you?
Sarah: Christmas at the Burton household meant the annual Salvation Army con job.
Chuck: Okay. Okay, you're a little different than the rest of us. but Christmas at the Bartowski's means ...eggnog, pj's, a fake gas fireplace and that right, Twilight Zone marathon. I'm not taking no for an answer, Walker. Be prepared to be heartwarmed.

Chuck: Well it wouldn't be Christmas with the Bartowskis without a little bit of drama.

Chuck: Well, ah I guess that makes two changed men.
Casey: What, You?
Chuck: Ya.. Buddy I just passed my first solo spy test last night. This is it, I'm going to the show. I really wanted to tell you before hand, I'm sorry that I didn't , but you know top secret, you understand.
Casey: You took your test last night? And you Passed?
Chuck: Oh yeah. With flying colors man... And we I think we both know I have you to thank for that. I..I wanted to give you a little something.
Casey: Ah.
Chuck: I don't think they are going to miss it down in Castle. Do you?
Casey: You know that giving away a government issued firearm is a felony, don't you? But It's a thoughtful felony.
Chuck: Honestly, everything is coming up roses right now, I've passed my test..Ah you are joining the world of human beings. I'm proud of you! Kudo's for that. And Sarah has invited me for dinner tonight, alone at Union Station. so
Casey: You sure you're completed your test?
Chuck: Yeah. Like I said, I've passed. Celebration time now.
Casey: Ok. You just be careful out there. Ready for anything.
Chuck: A good spy always is right!

Chuck: Well, gotta run. You know how it is... the old ball and chain.
Sylvia: Listen Charles, I just live right across the street. So... call me, when the honeymoon's over. I've got a chain too.
[ Chuck moves away back to Sarah]
Chuck: Well, no flashes, no nothing . I think our neighbors are clean. Except for that lady across the street. She's got a dirty mouth.

Chuck: Well, in the meantime, let's keep going with the questions, heh? What are five words you'd use to describe your partner?
Sarah: Brunette... Tall...
Chuck: Mmmmkay, yeah, good, close. But what about like charming, terminally handsome, incredibly intelligent...