Jessica, verbatim: "Do you know how fucked up that is? Do you know how much that hurts? I don't understand! These are the people who tortured you. These are the people who, if they found out Dana and Xander were having sex, they would stone her to death in a soccer stadium."
Getting carried away, Jessica hurls his Koran to the floor and he swoops to pick it up, going a little Gollum, to be honest, in the process.
Brody: "That's not supposed to touch the floor!"
Jessica: "Did you actually just say that?"
Bottom Line: "I married a US Marine. This... This can't happen. You have a wife, two kids. You're a Congressman in the running to be Vice President. It cannot happen. You get that, right?"
He does. It's a nice moment. But the lies still irk, and connect up in the most understandable, ugly, personal way:
Jessica: "Does she know? That CIA woman. Does she know you're Muslim?"
Brody: "Why are you even asking me that?"
Two reasons. First of all, duh. I was just getting used to you being Dead. Then you came back New. Then I had three Brodys: Dead Brody, Old Brody, New Brody. Then you cheated: Second New Brody. And now you're telling me somebody else could have held all those pieces at once, when I failed. But also:
Jessica: "She stood on our lawn and said ... a bunch of things, that I'm remembering all of a sudden."
Brody: "I'll remind you that Carrie Mathison is additionally crazy as hell, she got fired from the CIA and locked up in a mental institution. Factor that in also, please."
Jessica: "That is not an answer, but whatever."
There is absolutely nothing scarier to me on this planet than when the worlds don't line up. I don't identify with Carrie's craziness particularly, but that feeling of the world conspiring against you to make you feel crazy -- that you're being watched and judged by the culture at large, and the intuition that makes you good at your job because it's how you learned to survive is suddenly fallible -- that, I feel strongly. I think most people do.