Walden: "I want to yell about that so hard! But I promised not to!"
Estes: "Feel free to impotently order me around if you'd like, sir."
Walden, verbatim: "Get me these terrorists, David."
Estes: "Feel better now, you supercilious prick?"
Brody: "He really is an astounding douchebag, isn't he? I'll call Roya."
Estes: "Make the call. Do it."
Brody: "Yeah, I already was. Kind of being a Walden yourself there, a little bit. I'm going to try that on the phone."
Nick: "Roya, I told him if he wants Nick Brody as his running mate, by God he'd better make the invitation at this naval base, in front of returning troops."
Roya: "That's actually a beautiful bit of bookending there, Nick. Your homecoming miracle, and then your wife making that speech that never went anywhere, and now you welcoming them home... If I weren't planning on blowing them all up, it would make a real neat human interest piece. I mean that. Oh, and on that note, you're going to want to stand pretty close to me. You feel me?"
Nick: "Yeah, I get it."
Roya: "I mean the bomb radius."
Nick: "No, I got it."
Saul: "Okay, we've got some hours to kill so I'm just going to do something that is not checking up on you."
Quinn: "Cool, I'm just going to chill out here and not be totally scary or anything."
Dana: "All other options being exhausted, I will now be cool with my little brother."
Chris: "Let's do geometry homework."
Dana: "Okay, have you ever heard of the Donkey Theorem?"
She's a subversive one, that Dana. You wouldn't write this conversation without knowing that the Donkey Theorem doesn't work, so the point of this little aside is that Dana is being hilarious rather than helpful: You can prove triangles are congruent using two sides and an angle, but the angle has to be between the two sides (SAS, side-angle-side) and not just any old angle: Angle-side-side, or ASS, won't do it. And since you can't say "ASS" in grade school, you call it the Donkey Theorem, basically as a way of begging the question so that you get to say "ASS" in grade school without actually saying it. Kind of the AP version of typing 58008 on a calculator, if calculators even still exist.
Jessica: "I am dissatisfied, generally."