- David Siegel: [holding Mozzie at gunpoint] Get your hands up. You're not going anywhere.
- Mozzie: Uh, tell that to Emil Berliner.
- [remotely activates a gramophone, distracting Siegel, and runs off]
- Mozzie: Can we trade jobs?
- Neal Caffrey: Nope.
- Mozzie: Are you sure?
- Neal Caffrey: I'm sure.
- Mozzie: I'm not the one who thinks my teeth need a different host.
- Neal Caffrey: Well, they do. You're not usually this squeamish.
- Mozzie: Well, pulling my own teeth is one thing, but a dead man's? On the off chance that there actually is a heaven, this is definitely gonna get me barred.
- Neal Caffrey: I think we took heaven off the table a long time ago, Mozzie.
- Mozzie: Fine, I'll go to the morgue, but I'm doing this under protest.
- Neal Caffrey: Duly noted. I'll meet you back here in half an hour with combustibles.
- Mozzie: Great, whatever you get, just make sure it makes a loud boom.
- Neal Caffrey: I can do that.
- Mozzie: Babies in baskets rarely arrive with birth certificates. I was no exception. I was homeless, nameless, purposeless.
- Neal Caffrey: Histrionic.
- Mozzie: You'll never really understand the plight of the orphaned, not truly.
- Mozzie: Seriously? Gasoline and Styrofoam? Don't you think homemade napalm is a bit vulgar for Teddy's final au revoir?
- Neal Caffrey: You said you wanted a loud boom, Moz. Beggars can't be choosers.
- Mozzie: Oh, common misconception. If you had spent any significant time beggaring.
- Neal Caffrey: Really?
- Mozzie: Fine. Napalm, but I will remember this next time we fake your death.
- Neal Caffrey: Fair enough.