Neal Caffrey: Preacher's here.Peter Burke: That was fast.Mozzie: Sorry I'm late.Peter Burke: Don't tell me he's been ordained.Neal Caffrey: Twice.Peter Burke: Tax dodge?Mozzie: Oh, yeah, like I pay taxes.
Mozzie: Neal, we are conmen, grifters, mountebanks, flim-flammers. We have to keep our skills sharp.Neal Caffrey: Flim-flammers?Mozzie: See, I'm already becoming a dinosaur. Look, I get that you have to play Boy Scout until your commutation hearing, but you are seriously hindering my primal instinct.Neal Caffrey: I don't think a few more weeks will render you extinct, winosaurus.
Neal Caffrey: Is this what it looked like when I escaped?Lauren Cruz: I don't know. I was working important cases then.
Mozzie: Don't shoot! I'm armed only with comfort food.Peter Burke: Mozzie, what the hell are you doing here?Mozzie: Mrs. Suit asked me to make sure you eat something not made out of green clovers and purple horseshoes. Less magically delicious.
