Sarah: Hi Chuck! Where are you?
Chuck: DVDs. I'm in the romantic-comedy section, although for irony's sake I should probably be in hostage thrillers.
Sarah: So um, Ned let everyone call their loved ones. That was pretty smart to call me , protect our cover.
Chuck: Yeah, well, you are my girlfriend. sort of.
Sarah: So does that mean your offer still stands for Christmas?
Chuck: See I knew you could be heartwarmed. I actually, um... I have something for you. I was gonna give it to you tomorrow, but considering the circumstances I kind of want to give it to you today.
Sarah: Chuck, we're gonna get out of here. We'll be fine, I--
[Chuck pulls out a bracelet]
Sarah: --promise. Wow. It's beautiful.
Chuck: It's good luck. It was my mom's charm bracelet. My dad gave it to her when Ellie was born.
[Chuck puts it on Sarah's wrist]
Sarah: Oh Chuck, I can't take this. This is something real. Something you should give to a real girlfriend.
Chuck: ...I know.

Sarah: I wanted to apologize. I could have been more sensitive before about your friendship with Morgan. It's just-- it's difficult. I don't really have anyone in my life like that who cares about me.
Chuck: Yeah, you do.

Sarah: If there is something bothering you, then please tell me. I know your job is to keep all these secrets in your head but you're not suppose to keep them from me.
Chuck: Yeah I know, I know....I saw you shoot that FULCRUM agent on Christmas Eve. After they took over the Buy More. And when I asked you about it...
Sarah: I lied. Chuck, I have to protect you.
Chuck: I know that. I.. I.. I know that you do. You were protecting me, you were protecting all of us. He had threatened my family, my friends, and you were just doing your job. I get that but... Sarah, the guy was unarmed. And, and you just...
Sarah: I did what I had to do. He knew who you really were. Your whole family was in danger. And I'm sorry. Sometimes I forget you never asked for all of this.
Chuck: That part I'm not sure I'll ever get used to.

Sarah: No, I get it; he's your best friend.
Chuck: You know you say that, but I don't think you have a clue what it means. Look, Sarah, I don't have parents. I mean not really. I don't really talk about it because that's the way things are now. But it wasn't always this way. Morgan was there the first day my mom took off. He didn't say much. Because honestly what's a fifth grader supposed to say? But we sat there and split a cherry cheesecake and played Legend of Zelda all night long. And my dad, well that's-- that's a whole other story. But Morgan was there for that too. Morgan is more than just my best friend. He's my family! Before you got here, and long after you've gone, Morgan is my family!
Sarah: ...Last night we failed to learn the contents of the Triad's container. And now we don't know what kind of drugs or weapons are floating around the city. And while I appreciate your friendship with Morgan, losing sight of that container endangers many people's best friends, not just yours, Chuck.

Sarah: Okay, fine, I'll answer one question about my past. You've earned that much.
Chuck: ...No thanks...I don't need to know more, not about who you were. 'Cause as much as you don't think so, I know who you are: a girl I'd like to share a cheeseburger with...Should I get a knife? I'll get a knife.
Sarah: That won't be necessary.
[Sarah rolls up one of pants legs, pulls out a knife and gives it to Chuck]
Chuck: That's awesome! And a little disturbing.

Sarah: Okay, look, the sooner we get the Cipher back and the sooner you can have the Intersect removed, and the sooner you can be free to live whatever life you choose with whomever you choose.
Chuck: What are you saying?
Sarah: I'm saying that you can have everything that you've always wanted.
Chuck: Let me see the file.

Sarah: We work for the government, Dr. Busgang.
Perseus: So do I. Tell them, Duncan. We work for the CIA.
Casey: No. The men you work for are terrorists.
[Casey gets slammed against the wall by two agents]
Casey: Hey!
Duncan: Terrorist? We're patriots. Howard, you're a patriot.
Casey: You're spies who've turn your back on your country!
Duncan: You couldn't have it more wrong. Who do you think we are? We do what needs to be done to preserve our nations rightful place in the world. Someday you'll thank us. Well, not you, you'll be dead.

Sarah: What about me?
Chuck: [chuckles] You're really going to make me say it aren't you?
[Sarah smiles]
Chuck: Wow, okay. Fine. All right we'll play it your way...A girl like you, or more appropriately, a woman like you. Considering the fact that you could probably kick the ass of everyone in this joint. And a-a smart one at that. Not to mention, cool...and extremely beautiful. And-and...you can stop me any time with the compliments if they're becoming...you know
Sarah: No, that was, uh, very...sweet.
Chuck: "Sweet?" Golly gee, thanks for making me feel like I'm 8.
Sarah: [slight chuckle] Well, you're not so bad yourself.
Chuck: [sarcastically] Please, I'm fantastic.
Sarah: [seriously] Yeah. You are.

Sarah: Where's Chuck?
Casey: In a world of pain.

Sarah: Why did you put the money in Chuck's account?
Jack: I needed to put it somewhere because I didn't trust Cop Face.
Sarah: But you trusted Chuck.
Jack: I read people. That's the only real talent I've got. One thing I know is that that kid would never betray you. I made a $10 million bet that he loved you... Turns out I was right.

Sarah: You know Casey's right. You could've gotten yourself killed. What exactly were you thinking?
Chuck: What was I thinking? I'll tell you what I was thinking. I was thinking like I wasn't a spy. Okay. I was trying to have a little bit of fun. And I knew the second I called you two, it would all be over!
Sarah: But you are a spy. And you should know better than to put yourself in a dangerous situation where I can't protect you!
Chuck: Is it really so wrong for me to want a night off? I was having a really good time until the assassins stole my pants and tried to kill me. I've earned it. I deserve it.
[Casey shoots him with a tranquilizer dart]
Chuck: I'm losing consciousness.
[Chuck falls to floor unconscious]
Sarah: CASEY!
Casey: My ears couldn't take it. Either that or I shoot him.

Stephen: What you are gonna see are a bunch of encoded images that will cancel out the ones you originally uploaded.
Chuck: Wait. Are you saying that you are gonna overwrite my brain?
Stephen: That's a good way of putting it. Yes.

Sylvia: Mr. Carmichael, I didn't expect you to come so quickly.
Chuck: Charles Carmichael always comes quickly.
[awkward pause]
Casey: [over watch-phone] Smooth, Bartowski.

Tyler Martin: I hear you're the bro to talk to to get more of those tasty tranq darts.
Casey: Philistine.

Vincent: You have one chance. Drop your guns.
Chuck: Uh, sir. They don't have any guns. I personally put this mission together, and I forbade them from packing.
Vincent: Why would you do that?
Chuck: I don't know. I just, you know-- I think guns make things too easy. I like my spies to be tough. Look, you're not going to shoot anyone, right?
Vincent: It would be unprofessional not to.