LAUDER & FABER
Lauder: "Whew! I was so drunk before my nap! But not drunk enough that I don't remember what I said. The part where I accused you of wanting to restart your relationship with Jessica that ended when her zombie husband came back from the dead, at least. The part where everybody we know is a terrorist, I stand by that."
Faber: "Thing is? You're not wrong. Brody's been super weird ever since he came from the dead. And other things, lots of things. But maybe it's just CIA stuff..."
Lauder: Wait, Brody has [verbatim] a 'connect' with the 'spooks'?"
Faber: "I wouldn't put it that way -- no human being alive would ever put it that way -- but yeah. But still, what's the Tom Walker part of this?"
TEAM QUINN HQ
Quinn: "So was it work or love?"
Carrie: "You ain't my girlfriend. I don't have those, except in that one Latisse commercial."
Quinn: "I just want to know if you fell for him. Seems likely my life will depend on it at some point."
Carrie: "I'm going to change the subject now in a subtle way. This is me subtly changing the subject, okay? Where did you go to school, Peter? This has been me, changing the subject. I bet you didn't even notice."
Quinn: "Philadelphia. Mainline. Hill School. Harvard. White people. Gotta stay on top if you're gonna stay on top."
Carrie: "This changing of the subject is going really well. I bet you can't even remember what you were asking me. So... Do you ever go back to Philly?"
Quinn: "There's no good Indian food. Only Greek places."
Carrie: "Hey, why does Estes like you so much?"
Quinn: "I'm pretty likable..."
Carrie: "Yeah, you really are! I mean, um, that's a matter of opinion."
Quinn: "I think what he likes best about me, though, is how reliable I am. I come off every bit as mentally ill as you do, yet somehow I manage to keep my shit together. I hardly ever fall in love with Congressman Nick Brody, for example. How about you?"
Just in time, Virgil calls to tell them the news that there is no news. Nick's in the hotel bar, feelin' lonesome and not doing terrorist shit of any kind. They flip on the cameras there, which first I thought was silly but then, I bet a DC hotel bar is like, chock full of interesting people saying fascinating things with real-world implications. Making deals and whatever. I bet if your whole job was just to spy on one or two hotel bars in DC, you would make more money than I can comfortably imagine right now.