Tad Jones: Don't worry, Sara... Tad Jones is on the case.
Martha Farnsworth: You're our most unwelcome visitor, and we do not propose to entertain you.
John McBurney: You'll find I'm... easily amused.
Martha Farnsworth: You won't be here long enough for that.
Katie: God, what have I done?
Erin: I can't believe they're sending us up in this. Is it even safe to fly?
Davis Mackie: Erin, relax. If I could take off in a Black Hawk under fire in Fallujah, I think I can handle a News Chopper 9 with a hangover.
Erin: Hangover?
Jake Chambers: He's like the Devil, isn't he?
Roland Deschain: No. He's worse.
Rod Williams: I mean, I told you not to go in that house.
Chris Washington: How you find me?
Rod Williams: I'm T.S... Motherfuckin'-A. We handle shit. That's what we do. Consider this situation... Fuckin' handled.
Esti Kuperman: Oh, Ronit.
Ronit Krushka: Esti... When I saw you, I.
Esti Kuperman: Yes, me too.
Mark Felt: The White House is packing all its crimes in separate little boxes. Watergate, the spying, the ugliness, the rot. Each thing in a different box so that no-one can put it together, so that no-one sees it's all connected. And no-one will care, but it's all the same big thing.
Sandy Smith: And Watergate? Just the gateway.
Karla Dyson: You took the wrong kid.
Charlie Bucktin: Courage is resistance to fear, not absence of fear.
Edwin: You ever worried we might shoot all the wrong people?
Flake: You wanna know what I think about? How when something terrible happens somewhere, and there's all those flags, and flowers, and candles, and pictures of people who died, and pages of sayings and poems, all that shit lined up for months. That's what I think about.