Leo Fitz: Ward, look at me.
Jemma Simmons: Think about this!
Leo Fitz: Ward, just turn around! Don't do it! Don't do it, Ward! Okay, you don't have to do this.
Jemma Simmons: Ward!
Leo Fitz: You don't have to. You have a choice. Ward, look at me! I know that you care about us, Ward!
Grant Ward: You're right. I do. It's a weakness.
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.
Victoria Hand: I'll find Agent Garrett the smallest, darkest cell in the Ice Box.
Grant Ward: I'd like to turn the key on that cell myself. If you don't mind, sir. He was my S.O. I feel I should've known. It's my duty to...
Phil Coulson: No one knew. I didn't know. That's how he beat us. By being a friend.
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.
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.
Grant Ward: Skye? The girl's not qualified to be a S.H.I.E.L.D. agent.
Phil Coulson: Agreed. That's why I've invited her on as a consultant. S.H.l.E.L.D. does it all the time. Technically, Stark's a consultant.
Grant Ward: And technically, Skye's a member of the Rising Tide. She hacked our RSA implementation.
Phil Coulson: Twice. From a laptop. Imagine what she'll do with our resources.
(Coulson injects Ward with a truth drug...)
Grant Ward: Hey! What the hell?!
Phil Coulson: I'm sorry. Did that hurt?
Grant Ward: No. But you've lost your mind. You should never do that to a member of your team. And, yes, it did hurt a little bit. But I always try and mask my pain in front of beautiful women 'cause I think it makes me seem more masculine. My god, this stuff works fast.