Morgan: You know, a couple's first fight actually sets the tone for all future arguments. Trust me, I'm going through it right now myself.
Chuck: You and Alex?
Morgan: No, me and Casey, actually.

Morgan: Your description of C.A.T. Squad has sent me into fantasy land.
Chuck: I don't want to know what goes on there.

Mrs. Winterbottom: [firing a machine gun at an assault team on her lawn] There go my primroses! Eat lead, you bastards!

Narrator: [closing voice-over, in reference to Ellie] Aw, who says cats can't play nice? You never know, maybe we'll add another member to this squad.
[Chuck watches from a distance and slowly smiles]

Narrator: [opening sequence] They say it's a personality thing, but to me, a martini's got gin, not vodka. Some folks like chocolate. I'll take vanilla. I say baseball over football. And to me, man's best friend doesn't bark or catch a ball. See, personally, I like cats. Meet my Clandestine Attack Team. Better known as the CAT Squad. Me-ow. They were the best spy team in the business. The year... 2003. The girls... Cold-hearted Carina. [Carina shoots a man] Zondra, the bitch! [Zondra fights a number of men] Amy-- the party girl. [Amy defends herself from an attacker at a party] And... my pride and joy... Sarah Walker. [Sarah kicks a man and holds him at knifepoint] Go get 'em, cats!
[Smash cut to a chuckling Morgan, revealing the entire sequence to be in his imagination]

Roan: So, last I saw you two, you were a young exciting couple, chasing, flirting. Now the silent treatment. Sexy.
Chuck: If you must know, we are very much in love, happy and soon to be married. Just having a bit of a disagreement right now and the ball and chain isn't helping.
Sarah: Are you calling me a ball and chain?
Chuck: There is a ball and ch... There is an actual ball and chain here. Do you not see this? On the ground attached to my leg? Ball and chain.
Sarah: Yes. What's with all the 'no's lately anyway?
Chuck: I may have been a little obstinate before.
Roan: Okay, let me guess, this is about something bigger. Performance issues?
Chuck: No! I am adequate. More than adequate in that depart... [to Sarah] Right? You can't agree. I... Sarah I don't want to elope. I just don't, not at all, not even the slightest bit. I always wanted a big family wedding and now more than ever so no. My answer to eloping is no.
Sarah: Okay, fine I hear what you're saying. But why do you get to say no? What about what I want?

Roan: Why did you hunt me down?
Beckman: Roan, you never run away from a General.

Rye: Well, I don't believe that the psychological rock can be hoisted off the Intersect by watching kittens play with yarn. My method is - physical, psychological, painful, brutal.
Chuck: Brutal? Can't wait to get started.
Rye: Chuck, if you're serious about restoring the Intersect, then I promise you, at the end of this process, you will be a spy again. What do you say? You with me?
Chuck: Let's get physical.

Sarah: [about Chuck's father] You know, you only just met him and he knows everything about us! How do you know you can trust him?
Chuck: Oh, oh! That's right. I totally forgot. You can't believe in anyone unless Beckman tells you to.
Sarah: Oh, that is not fair!

Sarah: [to Amy as the squad blocks her escape] Going somewhere, pussy?

Sarah: [to Casey] You're right. I'm different without Chuck. And I don't like it.

Sarah: Any luck with the....
Chuck: Tests? You'd have heard. By that I mean you would have heard my giant sigh of relief. Even in Moscow.
Sarah: You'll get it back soon enough.
Casey: When? What's the timeline?
Chuck: I'm hoping very soon.
Casey: I haven't been on a mission in a month. I wake up with my trigger finger twitching. It's itchy. Literally it itches.

Sarah: Are you awake? Can you hear me, Chuck? I love you, Chuck. Nothing's ever going to change that. And if you asked me for real, my answer would be "yes."

Sarah: Chuck, if we get caught because you sneeze, we are officially the worst spies in the world.
Chuck: I know, bad Three Stooges. I get it and I won't. But man it is dusty!

Sarah: Chuck, unless you want Beckman to know that we're looking for your mom, we don't have the authority to interrogate Chandler.
Chuck: Well, we don't have the authority to use the supply closet for what it is we use it for, but we do it anyway, don't we? She knows my mom.
Sarah: Fine, but you can't just whip questions out to somebody like Heather Chandler. It's not gonna work. This needs to be a real interrogation.
Chuck: Good cop, bad cop.
Sarah: How about tough cop, silent cop?
Chuck: Okie dokie, which one am I?