Sam: "Bailey! Hey."
Bailey: "Did you see anything?"
Sam: "Yeah. One angry cop and a federal agent who didn't even say hello."
Bailey: "Sorry, Sam."

Sam: "Anything new on Frances?"
Bailey: "Atlanta PD said when they find her they will hit her with attempted murder, assault with a deadly weapon and whatever else they can find. Six years in the Special Forces, fifteen with the FBI, and one bullet. And I get it from home."

Bailey: "One time, I guess she was about four, I told her bed time is eight thirty. No arguments, no excuses, eight thirty on the dot, Frances goes to bed. It's about two weeks later, and I'm telling her a story. She's got her pajamas on. She says: 'Daddy, when's it gonna be eight thirty?' I mean she was so tired, Sam, she could hardly keep her eyes open. So I look over to the clock. It's like five after eight. And then she says: 'Daddy, can we finish this story tomorrow? I know it's not eight thirty, but I'm so sleepy.' "
Sam: "You know, I don't think I've ever had red wine with macaroni and cheese. It's very good."
Bailey: "I drink it with everything. I'm angry, Sam. Angry at Frances, angry at myself. Then... I feel guilty for being angry. I don't know what to do."
Sam: "Well, what do you wanna do?"
Bailey: "I wanna protect her, I wanna keep her out of jail. And I want her to know that I forgive her."
Sam: "Well, maybe you should start by learning how to forgive yourself."
Bailey: "It's a nice thought. Very hard to do."
Sam: "You know, I look back at my life,... things that happened, things I've caused. But there is such thing as fate."
Bailey: "I keep thinking there's something else I could have done. I could've gotten her more help, gone to see her more often."
Sam: "Even if you could go back and redo everything, who is to say that the outcome would be any different? You can not control another person's life. You just can't. But the only thing you can control is putting on your left sock."
Bailey: "Yeah. If you can tell which one is left."
Sam: "Yeah, exactly. I've cried a lot of tears. I'm gonna cry more."
Bailey: "Don't let Chloe get away from you, Sam."

Bailey: "Hey Sam."
Sam: "Yeah?"
Bailey: "The other night... thank you."
Sam (mouths): "Sure."

Sam: "Bailey, don't. He's got nowhere to go."
Bailey: "I've got to help John."
Sam: "No, John can handle it. Come on."