Wesley: Are we gonna "bond," now?
Fox: Would you like to?
Wesley: [after being scooped into Fox's car] Oh my God! Oh my God! What the fuck just happened?
Janice: [after snapping her stapler right next to Wesley's ear] Oh my fucking god! I hope that's not my billing report sitting on your desk. Holy shit on an altar, it is!
The Repairman: I'm the Repairman.
Wesley: What do you repair?
The Repairman: A lifetime of bad habits.
[repeated line]
The Butcher: [to Wesley] Pussy.
The Exterminator: [to Wesley] A thousand...
[repeated line]
Wesley: I'm sorry!
Wesley: [to Fox] So, bending bullets. Can you do that? You do that... hello?
Barry: Boom goes the dynamite.
Wesley: You want me to kill Robert Dean Darden?
Sloan: Not me. Fate.
Barry: I'm gonna go get some Post-It notes, do you want one?
Wesley: No.
Barry: Really?
Wesley: Yeah.
Wesley: I say kill them all, and let fate sort out the mess.
Title Card: A thousand years ago, a clan of weavers formed a secret society of assassins. They silently carried out executions to restore order to a world on the brink of chaos. They called themselves The Fraternity. Six weeks ago...
[cut to employees singing Happy Birthday to the boss]
Sloan: You're like an apostle. Your task is not to interpret, but to deliver.
Sloan: For the first time if your life, Wesley, you're in control.
