SARAH: We need information on an arms deal you were involved in with Alexei Volkoff and an agent whose codename is Frost.
HEATHER: And coming my way is…?
SARAH: Optimal placement at Yucca Mountain and favourable parole review.
HEATHER: How about a unicorn too? I’m as likely to get that as the crap you just offered up.
CHUCK: You know, sarcasm is the lowest form of [looks at Sarah] …sorry.
HEATHER: You wanna offer me something? Witness protection. For that, I’ll spew on Volkoff and Frosty the Snow Bitch. But we both know that’s handled by WitSec, who I’d be happy to talk with. Not some wispy man-boy and a bottle blonde with a daddy complex.
CHUCK: You got a lot of nerve talking to her like that.
HEATHER: Burton can handle a little ribbing from an old pal. You’re her partner, Chuck. Not her boyfriend. [Chuck and Sarah’s reaction says otherwise] Wait. You two are actually together?
CHUCK: Us? We? No. We’re not-
HEATHER: Oh, get out! You kids are an item! He’s not just your partner. Isn’t spy sex great?