Peter Burke: Some things are better enjoyed from a distance.Neal Caffrey: Like grand larsony.Peter Burke: Are all of your hobbies illegal?Neal Caffrey: I like chess.Peter Burke: You hustled chess in Union Square.
James Bennett: Hey, Neal, you awake?Neal Caffrey: What are you doing here so early?James Bennett: Guess you didn't get Peter's call.Neal Caffrey: Uh, no. I was sleeping. What's going on?James Bennett: He didn't get into specifics. Just said we ought to meet here right away.James Bennett: Didn't know you had company.Neal Caffrey: I've got company.James Bennett: I'm Neal's dad. You must be Kate.Sara Ellis: Uh, Neal?Neal Caffrey: I haven't told him everything.James Bennett: Oh, sorry. Alex.Sara Ellis: It's Sara.James Bennett: The insurance investigator.Sara Ellis: He shoots, he scores.James Bennett: I should've brought more coffee.Sara Ellis: Are more people coming?Mozzie: Greetings, fellow conspirators.Sara Ellis: Of course.Mozzie: Who called Sara?Sara Ellis: No one called me.Mozzie: Well, here, take this. It's too late for caffeine.Peter Burke: Oh, good, you're all here. Who called Sara?Neal Caffrey: Okay, how is it possible that three grown men don't understand what's going on here?
Neal Caffrey: The last person who mixed these paints was Picasso. Taking from the masters.Mozzie: Ah, Picasso was a communist, he'd be happy to share.
Neal Caffrey: I can't con a widow.Peter Burke: You can if it's to save her.