Quinn: "Are you sure? Nick Brody is pretty fucked up."
Carrie: "I know, you said that. But he's all we've got between us and 9/11 Part Two."
Quinn: "Just don't trust him."
Carrie: "I know, you said that like a million times."
THAT STORM DRAIN
Detective: "So you're Marines?"
Lauder: "Yeah. Don't rub it in. You think these crutches are distracting, ask me about my alcoholism."
Mike: "This is why I wore my prettiest Marine outfit."
Detective: "And you worked with Tom Walker. Hey, do you know why he went super crazy and shot a random lady?"
Mike: "Maybe we do, but that's neither here nor there. Can you tell us about his dead body?"
Detective: "A homeless man heard Brody shoot him, and called the cops. It's a storm drain, so you can't see any leftover blood. Trust me, it was a clean shot to the forehead."
Lauder: "You know what else about this storm drain is, nobody would come in here at night unless they thought they knew what was up, because it is dark and scary and smells weird. That means he was in here with somebody he trusted. Or was on the downlow."
Mike: "Can we see your detective report?"
Detective: "There isn't one. Just my words. Twenty minutes into the investigation, the CIA swooped in and threw us out, like on TV. I figured they were covering for some elected official that's into black guys dying ignominiously. A whattayacallit, a Republican."
Lauder: "That is a very interesting theory. Like maybe a member of the House of Re..."
Mike: "-- We have to go now."
Mike: "What was the one rule we had? The one rule? No mentioning Brody."
Lauder: "Good rule. Now, to whom should we first mention Brody?"
Mike: "Let's take this to the head of the CIA. Yes, let us do the opposite of our plan."
Dana Brody, how you do confound. First walking this way, and then another. But to where, and for what? And why are you in this hospi... Oh, no. Oh, you stupid girl.
Daughter: "Why are you staring at my mother like you ran over her with the Vice President of the United States?"
Dana: "Certainly not for that reason. Is she going to die?"
Daughter: "Well, they immediately brought her in after this hit and run, and so she got fixed up right as rain."
Dana: "Thank goodness!"
Daughter: "But then she threw a clot in her brain, so I'm fucked."
Dana: "I am looking for my dad, he's a cardiologist."
Dana: "I guess so. I don't know him super well. Anyway, sorry about your mom."