Arthur: You're my wife, Angela. I know you like I know my own heart.
Angela: Really? So what am I gonna do now? Am I gonna kiss you, or am I gonna kill you?

Bob: As I said before, you're safe here. But your brother is another story. He almost died.
Elle: Because of you, Peter. Hey, it's not like it was your idea to go nuclear and take out half of New York City.

Bob: But right now I'm dealing with someone who is a real danger to us, to everyone. And I'm afraid that in my haste to deal with him I overstepped my bounds.
Mohinder: The file you were holding, Adam Monroe.
Bob: Yes. You're valuable to us, Dr. Suresh. Not just for your blood or your knowledge, but to keep us in line.

Bob: Did ya have to use a full blast on him?
Elle: He can take it.

Bob: Do you realize how much damage you've done by provoking Claire?
Elle: I couldn't help it. She was just so... weepy, and earnest and... who knew she'd turn whistle-blower?
Bob: It's totally unprofessional, not to mention petty. And Claire is not even in your league!
Elle: She isn't working with a gunshot wound.
Bob: You and I both know you have performed well below what you can do. You're benched. No more field assignments.
Elle: How's about if I said I was sorry?
Bob: When I think about all the hard work I've put into raising you...
Elle: Daddy...

Bob: He's not a toy, Elle.
Elle: He could be...

Bob: I hope you're using sunscreen?
Elle:Ugh... Overprotective much?
Bob: Mohinder, I would like you to meet my daughter, Elle.
Mohinder: Your daughter!? She's the executioner!?
Elle: What's your power? Punching bag?

Bob: I hope you've been practicing your sharpshooting. I don't want Noah to get close to you.
Elle: Hey fight club, check this out!

Bob: I need you to keep an eye on Claire.
Elle: It would be much easier to do if I didn't have this thing around my arm. It itches like a mother f-!
Bob: And I thought my girl was tough.
Elle: I am Dad, but I was shot! and my body doesn't heal itself.

Bob: If you're really interested in saving the world, the least you could do is let me buy you a drink.

Bob: Oh, and doctor? As of right now your blood is the only cure for this virus. Try not to get yourself killed.

Bob: That's what I like about you Dr. Suresh. Your moral compass always faces true north.

Bob: We find people and we make sure they don't become dangerous. Now, sometimes that can mean making sure entirely what they're capable of and teaching them to use their abilities for the good of mankind. And sometimes it can mean eliminating them.
Mohinder: Who the hell are you to judge who lives and who dies?
Bob: If I'm not mistaken, you yourself tried to put a bullet in the brain of a man named Sylar.

Bob: Welcome to Costa Verde.
Mohinder: How are we going to do this?
Bob: Swiftly. We grab Claire, we take out her father, we get out.
Mohinder: When you say "take out" you mean kill?
Bob: It is a euphemism.

Caitlin: Impossible. I've just wrung out a lot of your blood, and you don't have a mark on you.