Andrew Benton: Where am I? That woman in my loft, she... tazed me.
John Reese: Don't worry I told her to leave. She isn't cut out for this. She fixes people. Not like us - we break 'em.
Andrew Benton: I don't understand. Um... who are you? What are you going to do to me?
John Reese: Honestly, I haven't decided yet. But let me ask you a question: do you think people ever really change? I mean, you - you hurt innocent people and I, well for a long time, I killed people like you.
Andrew Benton: Please, I'm not who you think I am. This is a mistake.
[Reese reaches for a gun sitting on a table between them]
Andrew Benton: Wait oh wait oh oh OK - I've done some things um, I've crossed some lines. But I won't do it again I I I I swear. Please, let me go.
John Reese: I could let you go. Because you know that for the rest of your life, that I'd be watching you. And if you hurt anybody, I'd stop you. And maybe you could change, and maybe so could I. But the truth is... people don't really change do they?
Andrew Benton: No, they uh, they can. I can and you - I... I don't think that you're going to kill me.
John Reese: No?
Andrew Benton: No because I can see inside that you're a good person. You're a good man.
John Reese: "Good".
John Reese: I lost that part of myself a long time ago... not sure if I can find it... not sure it matters anymore. Maybe it's better this way, maybe it's up to me to do what the good people can't. Or maybe there are no good people, maybe there are only good decisions.
Andrew Benton: Please, you y-y-you don't want to do something that you're going to regret.
John Reese: Which do you think I'll regret more - letting you live or letting you die? Andrew, help me make a good decision.
John Reese: Maybe there are no good people, maybe there are only good decisions.
Harold Finch: I'm not all that comfortable with your arrangement with Detective Fusco.
John Reese: He's an asset.
Harold Finch: He's a corrupt police officer who tried to murder you.
John Reese: He's not the first person who tried to kill me. Fusco will stay in line.
Harold Finch: Your detective is a nice pet to keep, Mr. Reese. But sooner or later he'll bite you in the back...
John Reese: Doctor has everything she needs to erase Benton for good.
Harold Finch: What do you mean, "erase"?
John Reese: Eight pounds of lye, heated to 300 degrees. Body will dissolve in three hours, give or take.
Harold Finch: I will refrain from asking how you know that.
John Reese: In other words, we'll have to watch her around the clock to figure out what kind of trouble she's in.
Harold Finch: If you'd like a raise, Mr. Reese, all you have to do is ask.
Dr. Megan Tillman: How can you sit there and tell me not to do something you know in your heart you would too?
John Reese: Because unlike you... I know what happens when you take a life. You lose a part of yourself - not everything - just the part that matters the most.