Dana: "So far, so good!"
Chris: "That is legitimately funny! Thank you for talking about the thing we're not supposed to be talking about. It puts us all at ease, and makes a pithy statement at the same time."
Jessica: "Yes. I was prepared to be annoyed with you, but that was droll."
Grandma: "Seriously you gotta get a job so I can have my house back. You people are unbelievably fucked up."
I got one.
Q: "What did Carrie Mathison say when she was getting fucked on her stairs by a random red-headed fellow with a certain military air that she picked up in the wine aisle at Trader Joe's?"
A: "I have jumped off a building, but I remain consciously optimistic."
So far, so good.
Carrie: "Hang on, I gotta Coyote Ugly myself out of this random redhead's grip. It was hard enough trying to keep him from kissing me when we were fucking, I mean I practically had to choke the guy out, hang on... Okay. Hello?"
Dad: "Have you seen the paper yet? There's this CIA officer they're saying was fucking Nick Brody and maybe helped cause the Langley bombing."
Dad: "Do you know this girl? She sounds troubled. We should introduce her to your alternative medicine guy."
Dar Adal: "We are pragmatists, we adapt. We are not keepers of some sacred flame."
Saul: "Doesn't have to be sacred. Just so long as we keep it lit."
Ryan Scott: "We did that! Eye for an eye. Peter Quinn is so fucking dreamy."
Carrie: "Put down those quiches and grab your dicks. This is not gonna go well."
Saul: "Right. So I know it sounds crazy, but in fact the CIA is not leaking this stuff."
Carrie: "Oh, but you are. And I know why, and I know I am not going down without bringing the whole fucking tablecloth with me. I will Carrie Mathison your asses to the wall."
Dar Adal: "Seriously, that's not what this is. We even talked about it and Saul said no."
Carrie: "Uh, says the guy who sent fucking Peter Quinn to kill an asset."
Dar Adal: "Breathe. You are making a huge mistake."
Carrie: "IS THAT A THREAT? ARE YOU TRYING TO INTIMIDATE MY ASS?"