| Quote | Character |
| Looks like murder is in style this season... | |
| Brushes with death are like snowflakes. Each one is unique and icy cold. | |
| Michael, you're not going to believe the deal I got today. I am better at buying guns than I am buying shoes, and I'm really good at buying shoes. | |
| *Yeah, yeah, yeah. Just listen. I wanna repitch my idea, and in case you don't remember, the outline is, 'Let's kill everyone.'* | |
| She actually asked if bullets come in different sizes. Isn't that the cutest thing you ever heard? | |
| Yeah...blocking punches with your face. Real effective... | |
| Oh, look there's Fiona. She never shows up when there's trouble. | |
| You know how I feel about money launders. The last one I dealt with, they're still finding pieces of him all over Belfast. | |
| Hey sister! Don't be throwing explosives at me just because you can't take the cold, hard truth! | |
| I told them that you were the perfect son. That you always wrote me, you called me all the time, and that the most important thing to you was family. I told them that. And they wro | |
| Can we do it without the head bag? I hate the head bag... | |
| We're thinking about it. I'd like to be a June bride. | |
| He's no Campbell though. | |
| What? You didn't think I was gonna figure it out? I mean, he insisted on coming to aquarobics with me. | |
| I feel this is my fault. | |
| Does that shirt come in men's? | |
| That was lovely Larry. Have you ever considered writing poetry? | |
| You maybe too old to spank. But if your brother gets hurt, I am putting one of these (holds up a cigarette) out in your eye. Understood? | |
| So I'm supposed to sit on the sidelines and lie to the only people looking for the truth, Ok. | |
| *You know what's your problem Brennan? Other than this knife in your chest?* | |
| Chuck Finley is forever. | |
| Don't touch me, for YOUR own safety. | |
| | Quote | Character |
| *It's a bum that we have to drag this guy around when all we need is his hand. Gee, I would love a bone saw.* | |
| *Ding, ding, ding, Michael Westen. You get revenge, I get money. Everybody goes home a winner.* | |
| Don't take my silence for confusion Brennan. I was just trying to kill you with my mind. | |
| Justice and revenge is chocolate and peanut butter as far as I am concerned. | |
| If you're gonna collapse on a plane, I recommend business class. The seats are bigger if you start convulsing. Although once you pass out, it really doesn't matter. | |
| Nothing turns a woman on more than when something goes boom. | |
| You, too, Larry. Very youthful. Still drinking the blood of children? | |
| What kind of sissy wouldn't sleep with a gun under his pillow anyway? | |
| I... Larry...? Uh, correct me if I'm wrong, but you're dead. | |
| Next one makes you dead and me smile; and I really want to smile Larry. | |
| Shall we shoot them? | |
| *If you call me Old Timer again, you're gonna be wearing your ass around your head. Like a hat.* | |
| Thanks, but no, I'm not a drinker. | |
| The only time we talk about our future is when someone is coming to end it. | |
| One mountain a day, Michael. That's what my yoga instructor says. | |
| Yep, I know how you feel. You know what always cheers me up? Stealing a chemical weapon from a bunch of crazy South Americans. | |
| *I don't care of if you cut out his kidney with a pocket knife or give him a gallon of orange sherbet. One way or the other, we want answers.* | |
| So your search for the root of all evil let you to rob a bank, and you're rewarded with the word of God. What is that, irony? | |
| Some get-away drivers you turned out to be. | |
| Now hold on Mike, this sounds dangerous. Before you sign us up for this mission I want to ask our friend here a very important question.... What kind of snacks do you like? | |
| Before I let you in on this I need to tell you something. I am seeing this through. The old bosses will let me back in one day, and then I am going to find who burned me and kill t | |
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