Neal Caffrey: I can't con a widow.Peter Burke: You can if it's to save her.
Peter Burke: You let me down, Neal.Neal Caffrey: I let you down? You told Fowler to look for my signature.Peter Burke: And you told me to look at your bonds under polarized light, remember? Well, guess what. I did. And yeah, you signed them.Neal Caffrey: And you think I'd be stupid enough to do that again?Peter Burke: I guess you were. The thief is associated with law enforcement, your anklet was tampered with, you have no alibi, and your initials are on the diamond. What am I supposed to think?Neal Caffrey: I was set up.Peter Burke: By who?Neal Caffrey: I'm working on that.Peter Burke: You're not helping things.Prison Gaurd: Agent Burke?Peter Burke: What?Prison Gaurd: His lawyer's here.Peter Burke: He's a lawyer?Mozzie: You can check my University of Phoenix online degree. Go Cardinals. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to speak to my client. Alone.Neal Caffrey: I didn't let you down.
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.
Neal Caffrey: Morning, Peter.Peter Burke: I see your quest for Manhattan's best brew continues.Neal Caffrey: One's for you.Peter Burke: Oh. Yankee tickets. Versus the Red Sox.Neal Caffrey: Yeah, I got 'em from Frankie Whispers. I'm not gonna use 'em.Peter Burke: They're behind home plate.Neal Caffrey: Oh? I hear that's good.Peter Burke: Uh-huh. You bought coffee, Yankee tickets. This is not your most subtle con.Neal Caffrey: Con? Peter, I am hurt that you...Peter Burke: You're trying to get back on my good side.Neal Caffrey: Is that a crime?