John Casey: [while looking at a body in the morgue] Any flashes?
Chuck Bartowski: Good Lord! That man is naked!
John Casey: Hmmm. Looks like rigor mortis has set in too.
Ellie Bartowski: Words taste like peaches.
Reardon Paine: [knocking on the bad guy's door after being exposed to truth serum] Who's there?
Chuck Bartowski: The NSA, CIA, and me! Which is a little harder to explain...
Sarah Walker: [about the antidote] Here, Chuck, take it.
Chuck Bartowski: What? No way, I'm not gonna take it knowing Ellie's been poisoned, and you guys!
Sarah Walker: I'm sorry, Chuck, there's no debating this. It has to be you.
John Casey: Right, now take it, or I'll force it down your throat!
Chuck Bartowski: Alright. I'll pretend to take it, then run like hell to my sister, and make her take it. Why did I just say that out loud?
Sarah Walker: It's the poison. It makes you tell the truth!
John Casey: If you do that, I'll give chase, put a gun to your head and threaten to pull the trigger!
Chuck Bartowski: Would you really shoot me?
John Casey: No.
Chuck Bartowski: Yeah, don't waste a bullet, we're already dead!
Sarah Walker: [breaking into the bad guy's hide out] I'll do it.
John Casey: No, I'll do it!
Chuck Bartowski: Who's better at it?
Sarah Walker: I am!
John Casey: She is. Damn this truth serum!