- The Machine: Eight letters. Your decision, Harold.
- Harold Finch: Eight letters? You knew all along.
- The Machine: Maybe I know you better than yourself.
- Harold Finch: Humanity has always managed to survive on its own.
- John Greer: With a little help from the gods.
- Harold Finch: The world without you wasn't definitely better or worse than the one we currently inhabit. It was just... different.
- The Machine: Are you sure, Harold?
- Root: Sir, if you don't mind my asking, is everything okay?
- John Greer: Perfectly fine, Ms Groves. The Senator is merely a messenger bearing news of resistance from those who still cling to the grand illusion of democracy.
- Root: They'll never truly appreciate all that Samaritan's given to them. They're not capable - they're just bad code.
- Barnett: Hey, who the hell are you? What are you doing in my house?
- Harold Finch: Lower your voice, Mr. Barnett. You'll wake your wife and daughter. The combination on your gun safe has been changed, and your home alarm system is disabled. You're welcome to retreat into your panic room. I'll be done shortly. I'd advise against contacting the authorities. Unless you want the FBI to learn about Seltene.