Chuck: Sarah? [Chuck is dreaming that Sarah rises from his bed in black lingerie]
Sarah Yes Chuck.
Chuck: This is a dream.
Sarah: No, it isn't.
Chuck: C'mon, who are we kidding here? This is clearly my subconscious at work. On behalf of my conscious self, I'd like to apologize. I'm normally far more respectful of women, even in my dreams. It's just that anxiety and fear can really affect your dream life.
Sarah: And what are you afraid of?
Chuck: I watched you kill that FULCRUM agent in cold blood, Sarah. I am... I am not like you. Okay? I might have all these government secrets in my brain, but that does not make me a real spy. I, I need to tell you this in reality, not in my dream.
Sarah: Chuck... this isn't a dream.
Chuck: What is it?
Sarah: It's a nightmare!
Chuck: [Chuck wakes up screaming] That's not the way that dream was suppose to go.

Chuck: See? Guys can hug.
Casey: Not if they don't have their man parts.
Chuck: That's a good point.

Chuck: So how can you just sit there and watch them die?
Roan: Because I'm not in love with one of the agents.
Chuck: I'm not...I care about them. I care about both of them. Besides we heard what she said, okay? To her, I'm just an asset.
Roan: No. You're not...Trust me. The lady doth protest too much. But Charles, you have to ask yourself is she worth dying for?
Chuck: Yes.
Roan: Poor boy. Lesson number one for being a spy: never fall in love.
Chuck: Well then I guess I'm not much of a spy.

Chuck: So uh...staying with Sarah, huh?
Bryce: Protecting our cover. How are things between you guys?
Chuck: They're good. Good good good. Solid. Why, did she say something?
Bryce: No it's just, she's a beautiful girl, pretending to be your girlfriend. I was afraid you'd let the lines get blurred and fall for her.
Chuck: [scoffs] What me, fall for Sarah? Please.

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 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: 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 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, 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, it may not be the steamiest, but we probably have the strangest relationship in Los Angeles.
Sarah: Doubt that. Morgan's still dating, right?
Chuck: Good point.

Chuck: What exactly are you doing?
Colt: I'm stretching. Getting limber.
Chuck: Why are you doing that?
Colt: So I won't pull a muscle when I break your neck. Maybe you should get limber too.

Chuck: When you say "reconnect" you mean send her an email or invite her to be my new Facebook friend, right?
General Beckman: Call her at her hotel and make a date! See if you flash on anything she says or anyone you meet.
Chuck: I'm sorry, I'm sorry, a date with my ex? No, General, that-that is a terrible idea. You see she broke my heart; she destroyed me; she took all of my confidence, my mojo!
Casey: You had mojo?
Chuck: I was on my way, oh, and by the way she slept with Bryce Larkin.
Casey: Huh. Who hasn't? [looks at Sarah]
Sarah: Look, Chuck. I know Jill hurt you, but maybe seeing her will give you the closure that you've always wanted. You have done a lot for the CIA and we're going to make you look good.
Casey: Look on the bright side, now you can get your mojo back!

Chuck: Why are you coming here?
General Beckman: Hopefully I won't have to shut down Operation Bartowski because of one foolish mistake. But if FULCRUM knows who you really are, pack your bags, Chuck; you're leaving with me. Tell your family and friends--tell them nothing!

Chuck: You should know I wanted to help you. I was going to let you get away. But you were about to kill Sarah and that made the decision for me. You're under arrest, Jill. And I'm breaking up with you.