Lor, no one volunteers to deal with a hungry public without an ulterior motive. If you're trying to win him back, just make sure your next paying job requires an I-9.
Well, not now, obviously. After work. Okay, look, I need to break into WPK to take my name off the fabricated accounting reports, and I don't exactly know how to work my way around a lock-pick.
[after breaking into Gabe's office at WPF] The only thing we need now is the code. [Ella shows him the key code she took from Gabe] I'm not even gonna ask how you got this.
[appears as a ghostly hallucination to Amanda] Tell me something. When you tracked Auggie down, how did you get him to tell you where he left the painting? Did you pay him or did you sleep with him?
I found a couture button by my computer beside a strand of blond hair. I could tell by the split end it wasn't mine. What do you think you are, some kind of Prada ninja?
Do you really just expect me to sit back and let my boss frame me for a crime that I didn't commit? I mean, seriously. All I've ever been is fiercely loyal. All I've ever done is worked my ass off to make you happy. I mean, why am I your crash test dummy?
Oh, I don't know, just some old painting of a Dutch guy in a goofy hat. It's probably not worth that much. I was thinking I was gonna sell it on Craigslist.
Okay, no, Jonah, just—just stop, okay? You come off as this—this sweet, sensitive, honest guy, the type of guy that would never break a girl's heart in a million years.
Oh, you know what? Thank you. Seriously. Because of you, I've realized that maybe monogamy isn't the end of life as we know it. Maybe I... maybe I can be in a real relationship. Just not with you.
[to Ella, while getting arrested by FBI agents] You say you modeled your career after me, studied my every move. Then you know this war is just the beginning.