Skye: You know, I never gave you enough credit for this whole Zen warrior thing. But I got to admit, it'd be nice to feel nothing right now.
Melinda May: You think I don't feel anything?
Skye: Look at you. You're a statue. And you and Ward had a thing. So if anyone should be furious...
Melinda May: I am. I'm furious. But I'm sure as hell not gonna waste it on a tantrum. I'm gonna mine it. Save it. And when we find Ward, I'm gonna use every bit of it to take him down.
Skye: Wish I knew how to use that hate-fu.
Melinda May: I'm up most mornings at 5:00.
Skye: It's got to be so hard, living a double life like that. Getting close to people only to turn on them. I don't know how Garrett did it.
Grant Ward: Garrett?
Skye: Think about all that time he spent as your S.O., getting to know you, being your mentor, only to lie to your face, betray you like that.
Grant Ward: It was difficult to accept. But, thankfully, that's over.
Skye: Because you took care of him.
Grant Ward: Can we not discuss this right now?
Skye: If you had one more moment, before you shot him in the back of the head so heroically, if he was sitting right here, and you could say anything you want, what would you say?
Grant Ward: Skye!
Skye: Would you say he's disgusting? Would you tell him he's a disgusting, backstabbing traitor? Or to rot in hell?
Skye: When I see you next, who are you gonna be? You got a clean slate. You can be anyone you want.
Grant Ward: I don't know. Maybe Tom Brady. I always wanted to play quarterback.
Skye: And date supermodels. You are so predictable.
Grant Ward: No, I mean the guy seems to have things pretty worked out.
Skye: Be careful.
Grant Ward: You, too.
John Garrett: Tom Brady? You hate the Patriots.
Grant Ward: The Agent Grant Ward she knows doesn't.
John Garrett (laughs): Yeah, that straight version of you is something else. I don't even think Romanoff could pull that one.
Phil Coulson: How we doing on supplies?
Jemma Simmons: We're well-stocked up on medical, but I'm afraid our food rations will only last a couple of days at best.
Phil Coulson: Perfect.
Antoine Triplett: Bad news.
Phil Coulson: No kidding.
Antoine Triplett: Fuel line's busted. We're leaking.
Phil Coulson: Can we fix it?
Antoine Triplett: Sure, as soon as we touch down.
Phil Coulson: Awesome. Skye, please, tell me something good.
Skye: We have Internet.
Phil Coulson: Yay. And, boy, have I lowered my expectations.
(Coulson is speaking with Glenn Talbot on a video call...)
Glenn Talbot: I'm sending in a peacekeeping force. They're gonna take control.
Phil Coulson: Understood. What should I tell my men to expect?
Glenn Talbot: We just wanna ask a few questions. Get the lay of the land. Everything checks out, you and your boys can be on your merry.
Phil Coulson: Sounds good.
(The video call disconnects...)
Phil Coulson: This doesn't sound good.
Skye: He's lying definitely for sure.
Grant Ward: Look, I know I'm not that guy. I'm too locked down, too boring, but...
Skye: When we make it out of this, yes, let's have a drink. (kisses Ward) You said you might die, so, what the hell?
Grant Ward: Lock the door behind me.
(Ward takes down more than 10 agents outside the room and comes back...)
Skye: Hey. You should really look up the word "boring" in a dictionary.
Phil Coulson: You know, it'd be nice if, for once, Thor and his people sent down the god of cleaning-up-after-yourself. He'd probably have a magic broom for this kind of thing.
Skye: I just wish they'd left their alien ship behind.
Melinda May: So we can clean that up, too?
Skye (to May): So we could go inside. Take a peek under the hood, maybe take it for a spin. Come on, you're telling me piloting an alien ship isn't on your bucket list?
Phil Coulson: I can't think of a single time when anything alien in human hands ended well.
Skye: Wouldn't mind getting my human hands on Thor. He's so dreamy.
Phil Coulson: Sure, he's handsome, but...
Melinda May: No. He's dreamy.
Skye: I wanted to know more about Ward and Fitz's mission. Simmons is seriously starting to unravel without Fitz.
Phil Coulson: I know it's hard to hear, but you don't have the clearance.
Skye: But I have eyes. I saw six squads in full tactical gear, three crates of RPGs, and a full crew of analysts heading into operations. Are you really telling me that has nothing to do with Ward and Fitz's mission? If I'm right, give me a signal by not saying anything.
Phil Coulson: Trust the system.
(Back at the plane...)
Phil Coulson (to May): You know, I like this plane. I like the way we do things here. Everyone's on the same page, no red tape. So far, it's working for us. Most of us. And maybe I'm getting soft, but I don't like keeping things from our team. If you knew... No, you're right. Level 8. But... I know. Trust the system. May? Thanks.
Grant Ward: There's scorch marks all over that tree. Lucky the whole forest didn't burn down.
Skye: I don't get it. Seems to me like this electroshock thingy was some freak lightning strike. I mean, why call us? What's the big... (chuckls when she sees a dead man floating in the air) Oh. Never mind.
Jemma Simmons: So sad a man died this way. And yet, so amazing.
Grant Ward: I got to give Coulson credit. I would have never pegged an ex-Rising Tide hacker as a good fit, but... you're picking things up pretty fast.
Skye: Did you just give me a compliment?
Grant Ward: I... no, I made a comment.
Skye: A kind one. Did it physically hurt to do that? Do you need an ice pack? (Ward smiles) Wow. A compliment and a smile.
Grant Ward: Comment.
Skye: I don't want to ruin the moment, but I'm gonna have to respond with... G4. Say it, Ward. Say it.
Grant Ward: You sank my battleship.