Sarah: Keep your coffee and your cheesy come ons to yourself.
Shaw: Then I should apologize to Casey.
Casey: Hey Shaw, thanks for the coffee. It's just the way I like it, black and bitter.

Shaw: Did Bartowski turn off their mics?
Casey: I did. Those two gab like little school girls in the field. It's murder on the ears.

Hannah [about Sarah and Shaw]: Any idea what's she's doing here, other than trying to make you jealous with that ridiculously good looking date of hers?
Chuck: Him? Ridiculously good looking? If you like that strong, Supermany kind of guy.

Like the time he locked himself in a room and played Goldeneye for three months. Who knew you could get bed sores from video games?

Morgan

Casey: When you first met him, did you ever think he'd be able to burn an asset?
Sarah: No.
Casey: He's turning into a spy, that's a good thing.
Sarah: Is it?

Lester [to Morgan about Hannah]: How'd it go last night?
Jeff: You take her to pound town?
Lester: I'm gonna need an address on that.

Casey: There's only one way to deal with burning an asset: Johnny Walker Black.

Chuck: What's in dubai?
Casey: Weap-Con, the greatest weapons convention. I go every year. I find it very relaxing. It looks like this year, I'll be able to write it off as a business trip.

Casey: Credit card charges show mostly video games, comic books. Phone records indicate only one female caller in the last six months: his sister.
Chuck: I feel so sorry for this guy, he seems so alone.
Casey: Oh, whoops. That's your old file, Bartowski.

Jeff [about Hannah]: I'm gonna totally hit that.
Lester: May the best stalker win.

Jeff [to Hannah]: Nice.
Chuck: Why don't we give jeff a couple minutes to realize he's in the real world.

Let me be a spy. Let me out of the car. I'm ready.

Chuck Quotes

Sarah: Wow, I didn't think people still named their kids Chuck. Or Morgan, for that matter.
Chuck: My parents were sadists, and carnival freaks found him in a dumpster.
Morgan: But they raised me as one of their own!

Chuck: Uh, you know, Sis, the thing is, Morgan and I don't really feel like we're fitting in...at my birthday party...'cause we don't know anybody, 'cause they're all your friends, and they all happen to be doctors.
Morgan: Doctors who don't really get our jokes!
Chuck: Well, your jokes

Chuck Music

  Song Artist
Wait It Out Imogen Heap iTunes
Black and Gold Sam Sparro iTunes
Just Dropped In (To See What Condition My Condition Is In) Kenny Rogers iTunes