TEAM QUINN HQ
Virgil: "It's me, Virgil! I live under a toadstool."
Max: "I am beautiful yet incompetent. We are cousins or maybe brothers, who can say."
Virgil: "Cheers for being right about everything, Carrie! But jeers for nobody believed you and you ended up bughouse crazy."
Peter Quinn: "Who are these little guys? Why does that one ride a pig and wear a little vest?"
Saul: "They spent all last season watching Brody with me, and even managed not to become sexually obsessed with him. So they're 2-0. Meanwhile, who are you?"
Quinn: "I am Peter Quinn, the absolute best new thing on this show or any show. Suck it, Roya Hammad!"
Quinn: "I'm trying to decide if I have a problem with Carrie's magical elves. I do enjoy an elf, who doesn't, but I don't love surprises."
Carrie: "I'm not crazy about 'em either."
Quinn: "Crazy, huh? Interesting word choice."
Carrie: "I will fucking fuck you up, son."
Quinn: "Just kidding, I'm a huge fan. That was just my way of demonstrating dominance. You know, like when you pee on a guy's shoe at the urinal."
Carrie responds to him -- maybe I'm projecting, but -- it seems like she responds to him in exactly the same way we, or I guess I, responded. I don't like the guy, but I sure do like him. The Harvey Dent feeling of half of you wants to run away from this douche, and the other one is like, "I am so glad you're finally here."
Quinn: "My bona fides as are follows. I'm an analyst, not an officer. I'm David Estes's favorite person, which you wouldn't know because most of your work the past decade has been in the Mideast and/or loony bin. I was on the Venezuela desk, working the cartels, for four years; he brought me to Langley six years ago."
Quinn's Plan: 24/7 Brody coverage until he does something. They've already tapped the security cameras in the Rayburn building, which is where the House has their offices, and are now going after his cell and landline. They are a secret team, which he makes sure to mention means we will never, ever see them: More elf than elf, they are.
Carrie: "So Saul and I thought up this awesome plan..."
Quinn: "Put a pin in that, because I'm not Pinterested and because I have no manners and because there is something going on with my brain chemistry. Here is what we're doing. Brody has a meeting today at the CIA, so we're going to throw you at him."
Carrie: "I can see that working, actually."
Quinn: "You're his Achilles' Heel, Carrie -- no homo -- so you just tell him you're back at the CIA, which will make him think you're back to thinking he's a terrorist. So then he will run to his handlers, and then we will go nuts on everybody."
Carrie: "That is so weird, we had the exact same plan."
Quinn: "[Something nondescriptly sassy and cute, but still unfiltered and mentally atypical.]"
Carrie, still thrown: "This guy over here, I tell ya."