Andrew: How the hell did you buy that shotgun leg?
Deputy Fallon: With the money I saved on socks.
Steve Butler: I don't know what to say anymore. But where we are now, where we're headed! We might be betting more than we think. Everything that we have is on the table now. And that's just not ours to lose.
Cheryl: I understand you're able to have an erection.
Mark O'Brien: Not by choice.
Andrew Scott: From this moment on, you are no longer a slave to the government. From this moment on, your mind is your own. From this moment on, you will seek vengeance from your oppressors. Freedom is yours.
Dennis Dupree: Paul! You're early.
Paul Gill: Actually, I told Stacee the gig was last night, so technically we're a day late... don't tell him.
The Blacksmith: When it comes to money, things get funny.
Byron: The people come here, Michael, to look for aliens, ghosts, and cults, and gateways to hell, secret military bases looking into other dimensions. I think, if there is something, it is not none of these things - or perhaps all of them.
Walter Ross: In most cases, officers get tactical partners. Langley sets me up with some sort of scrabble hustler.
Lisa Morales: Scrabble Yoda, OK? Get it right.