- Root: [after John tracks them down] How did he find us?
- Harold Finch: Because you're wrong. He proves you're wrong. Not all humans are bad code.
- Harold Finch: [Reese has rescued Finch from Root] I really didn't intend for you to come find me, Mr. Reese. There are other people that need your help.
- John Reese: Well, you've saved my life once or twice, Harold. Seemed only fair I return the favor.
- Root: Amazing. We've managed to perfect the apple - a genetically modified version that never goes brown. And yet, we still haven't upgraded human beings. The human race has stalled out, Harold. And from what I've seen, most of it is rotten to the core.
- Root: But, you must see I'm on your side.
- Harold Finch: I'm not on any side.
- Root: You know what I mean. I am the best friend, the best support, the best partner you will ever have. And definitely the most fun.
- John Reese: Carter, you can keep the rental. Guys are lending me a truck.
- Detective Joss Carter: Why is there a crossbow on the bed?
- John Reese: Long story, but we're friends now.
- John Reese: Harold, meet Bear. Unfortunately, my apartment has a strict policy regarding dogs.
- Harold Finch: [Bear presents a chewed up novel] I have a strict policy regarding rare first editions. Namely, don't eat them.
- [Looks at the book]
- Harold Finch: Asimov. He has expensive taste. I'm sure we'll get along.
- Detective Lionel Fusco: You jacked my phone?
- John Reese: Little tip. Someone offers you a great deal on any sort of male-enhancement pill, don't click on it.
- Detective Joss Carter: So what's this all about?
- John Reese: What do you mean? I promised you guys that round of drinks.
- Detective Lionel Fusco: It's 8:00 AM.
- John Reese: Which means Finch has already been gone 24 hours, but we're gonna get him back.
- Detective Lionel Fusco: [Looks at his drink] This have a raw egg in it?
- John Reese: The alcohol will kill the salmonella.
- Root: [On the phone] Is this a bad time, John? I wanted to thank you for finding my friend Hanna, giving her a proper burial. I won't forget it.
- John Reese: Come near us again, and you will be sorry.
- Root: I don't think so. Tell Harold I'll be in touch when I'm ready.
- Detective Lionel Fusco: So we got our friend with the glasses back, huh?
- Detective Joss Carter: Yeah, we did. Buy you a drink?
- Detective Lionel Fusco: Long as it don't have egg in it.
- Harold Finch: [Root has Weeks strung up with a hood over his head] Can you please make this stop?
- Root: Another hour in that hood, and he'll believe anything I say. Amazing how easily the human brain can be manipulated.
- [Goes to Weeks, removes the hood]
- Root: But you know that, don't you, Denton?
- [Root holds up a sheet of paper]
- Root: A top-secret DOD memo authorizing enhanced interrogation techniques, including "Palestinian hanging," which you are currently enjoying. Whose signature is at the end? Why, it's yours.
- Denton Weeks: Please water.
- Root: [Mockingly checks the document] Sorry, not allowed. Unless you tell me what I want to know.
- Denton Weeks: Lady, I have no idea what you're talking about. I'm a White House lawyer. I sign documents. I don't read 'em. Please, for the love of God, let me down.
- Root: If you tell me where the machine is.
- Denton Weeks: What machine?
- Root: [Points at Harold] The machine he built. The machine Nathan Ingram sold you for one US dollar. You know where it is!
- Denton Weeks: I don't know anything! I swear!
- Root: [Looks at Harold as she puts the hood back on Weeks] Really, Harold, why do men always seek to delay the inevitable?
- Motel Manager: Lucky you called when you did. Deer season just started. Booked up solid for the week.
- Detective Joss Carter: [Sees the room. There's only one bed] Oh, I don't think so. We're gonna need another room.
- Motel Manager: Afraid I can't help you there. I've got three RVs backed up in the lot looking for a room with running water.
- John Reese: [Carter looks like she's going to protest. John interjects] Thanks. This won't be a problem.
- [the manager leaves]
- Detective Joss Carter: So what exactly are the sleeping arrangements?
- John Reese: I don't plan on sleeping much. And if I do, the bathtub will -
- [See's there's just a shower, no tub]
- John Reese: The floor will be fine.
- Root: Oh, Harold, generous to a fault. Always letting someone else take credit for your work. I'd recognize your code anywhere. It's so elegant.
- Harold Finch: Then let it be.
- Root: I told you, I don't want to control your machine.
- Harold Finch: Then why are we here?
- Root: We're here to observe another kind of code. The bad code.
- Harold Finch: Clearly, we differ in our views of humanity.
- Root: Do we? Then why are you; the father of a seismic shift in intelligence; forced to live in fear and anonymity?
- Harold Finch: You don't know anything about me.
- Root: Oh, but I do, Harold. You're the man who sold the world. Just to the wrong people. I will get access to the machine, Harold. And either you can show me how to do that, or...
- [Goes over to another man she has prisoner]
- Root: This sad specimen will. Denton Weeks: the man you sold the machine to. One of you will walk out of here onto the next stage of our adventure. I do hope it's you, Harold.
- Hanna Frey: Damn it. Death by dysentery again.
- Samantha Groves: That game's so dumb, Hanna. I don't see why you play it.
- Hanna Frey: 'Cause I'm gonna get to Oregon.
- Denton Weeks: I know you're reluctant to trust me - you don't know me...
- Harold Finch: Oh, I do know who you are, Mr. Weeks. You tried to hack the machine.
- Denton Weeks: I certainly tried. It was my job. I had to test its limits, see if it was safe. But in all of our crisis scenarios, we never envisioned this. That someone would get to one of us.
- Denton Weeks: So Ingram's little IT guy. We always suspected the idiot in the tux couldn't have done it on his own.
- Harold Finch: What do you want?
- Denton Weeks: I want to know what you know.
- Harold Finch: What happened to you?
- Root: Me? You think I was damaged? Some childhood trauma? That is so sweet.