100 Best Peter Burke Quotes

Neal: I can't con a widow.
Peter: You can if it's to save her.

Neal: I think you missed your calling. Tiny cup, big office, expensive suits?
Peter: Ugly mugs are fine.
Neal: Don't fight your instincts, Peter. Embrace your true self.
Peter: You done?
Neal: I can keep going.
Peter: You're done.

Investigative: Neal Caffrey is a felon. Will you explain the deal you had with him?
Peter: He was serving the remainder of a four-year sentence under my supervision.
Investigative: He was wearing an electronic monitoring anklet with... a two *mile* range?
Peter: Yes.
Investigative: But he wasn't wearing it at the time the plane exploded?
Peter: No.
Investigative: Do you believe that Mr. Caffrey was attempting to flee the country?
Peter: No. He cut a deal with the Office of Professional Responsibility. That allowed him...
[the Chair holds up his hand to stop Peter]
Investigative: Do you believe Mr. Caffrey wanted to kill Kate Moreau?
Peter: That's ridiculous. No.
Investigative: Do you believe someone wanted Caffrey dead?
Peter: [scoffs] Neal was a felon. He was convicted of bond forgery. And as you can see in those files, he was suspected of doing a hell of a lot of other things. Yeah, Neal was a pain in the ass. So did somebody from that past want him dead? Maybe. But he also helped me clear a 93% conviction rate. And that makes enemies, too.

Peter: Diana? Come here a minute.
Peter: [to Neal] You going to tell her?
Neal: I'm not telling her.
Peter: You're the one who made her a hooker.
Neal: You're the one who's sleeping with her.
Peter: You've got a point.
Peter: [to Diana] Neal told Jennings you're a hooker. You and I are having an affair. You're going to go meet with an escort service.
Diana: Ok. Anything else?
Peter: No.
Neal: [after Diana walks away] It's good to have her back.

Mozzie: Suit, we have a code red.
Peter: Now is not the time, Mozzie.
Mozzie: It's a dark day when I turn towards the system instead of recoiling.
Peter: Just spit it out.
Mozzie: Remember when you asked me to tell you if Neal was gonna do something stupid? Well, I regretfully report that... he's out of his anklet.
Peter: Damn it!
Mozzie: But that's not the stupid part. He's got a gun.

Peter: [to Neal] Telling the whole truth isn't your cup of tea? I'm shocked.

Peter: I don't need you to lie to my wife.
Neal: You going to do it yourself?
Peter: No.
Neal: The truth? Peter, bold choice.

Peter: Does it smell like cake ?

Neal: There's nothing wrong with enjoying good things in life, Peter
Peter: Then why do they always seem to end up in here?

Peter: He just lied to me. Right to my face. He didn't even grace me with his slippery avoidance techniques... he lied to my face.

Peter: Who doesn't love a good shark mauling?

Peter: What are you thinking?
Neal: I'm thinking it was the accountant in the law office.
Peter: With the illegal wire transfer.
Neal: Either that or Colonel Mustard in the library.
Peter: We can get prints on the candlestick.

Peter: [about Keller] He's a little bit more Ratso Rizzo than Cary Grant.
Neal: I'm Cary Grant?
Peter: Only in comparison to Ratso Rizzo.

Peter: [showing Walker the Architect's calling card] You recognize this?
Edward: Oh, I'm not an architect.
Peter: No, you're just a hedge fund manager with too much time on his hands.
Edward: Well, having a hobby is not illegal, is it?
Peter: Depends on the hobby.

Neal: Peter, you just burned a perfectly good alias!
Peter: And you named me after my dog.
Neal: Touche.

Neal: [trying to disarm a bomb] Beige is usually a neutral or bluff wire.
Peter: "Usually"?
Neal: I don't know if they bluffed with wire sixty years ago.

Peter: [referring to Neal] That's not jewelry on his ankle you know, he's a felon.
June: So was Byron.

Neal: Neal Armstrong?
Peter: Arms... arms. All those prosthetics in the evidence warehouse. At, at least it's better than Neal Handleman.
Neal: No, it's not. I like Neal Handleman.
Peter: Should have gone with Eisenhower.

Neal: [Neal and FBI Agent Burke enter a church under restoration. The priest asks them to leave, so Neal has to convince him to let them stay] Please father, my best friend is having a crisis of the soul. He is a married man and he has the most devastatingly beautiful assistant at work. A very provocative woman. He's been tempted. More than tempted. I have details.
Priest: It's very common with men his age. Unfortunately, very common.
Neal: And I want to confront him about this before he tears apart his life. He has a lot of faults. I mean, don't get me started, he's a mess, but he's very spiritual. I know this is the place where my words will have the most effect.
Priest: This is the City of Churches. We're closed. Surely there's another place...
Neal: This is where he was married.
Priest: Five minutes.
Neal: Sorry about that. We got five.
Peter: Did you just lie to a priest?
Neal: Do you find Diana attractive?
Peter: Sure.
Neal: Then we're good.

Peter: Alright, look. Obviously, there's more to the story with your dad. I don't know how badly it messed with your head.
Neal: You're right. You don't.

Peter: See you, Haversham.

Elizabeth: I'm really proud of you.
Peter: Oh, John's free because of you, El. Yeah, if you hadn't given me that push.
Elizabeth: Well, it was more like a nudge.
Peter: Nudge?
Elizabeth: Maybe a little love tap.
Peter: More like a left hook.

Peter: You ever wonder what would've happened if I hadn't made you my C.I.?
Neal: I'd still be in jail and your arrest rate would be in the low 70s.
Peter: High 80s.

Peter: What do you think of him?
Neal: He's a kid having the time of his life. He's impulsive, arrogant, and has no idea how deeply in over his head he is.
[Peter nods at him]
Neal: Okay, fine, he bears a cursory resemblance to me.
Peter: Think we can bring him back from the dark side?
Neal: It's hard to do.
Peter: I wonder what would've happened if I'd have caught you earlier.
Neal: It wouldn't have made a difference, Peter. The con is a rush, it's an addiction. And you need to hit rock bottom before you can change.
Peter: When did you hit bottom?
Neal: I never said I did.

Peter: [visiting Neal in prison] How are you holding up?
Neal: They don't let me wear ties.
Peter: Overrated.
Neal: Food's as bad as I remember.
Peter: Coffee?
Neal: Instant.
Peter: [groans sympathetically] Cruel and unusual.

Peter: No.
Neal: That's your favorite word, isn't it?
Peter: It's a classic. Nope, never, forget about it.

Peter: I don't trust you touching my wires.
Mozzie: Oh, I wouldn't either.

Clinton: Apparently he knew we were coming.
Peter: You think so Copernicus?

Peter: Okay, so I rushed to judgment.
Neal: You had judgment on speed dial.

Peter: Neal just bought himself 4 more years in prison, for what?
Elizabeth: For what? If you were Neal, you wouldn't have run for me?

Peter: Neal's smart and you know how much I like smart.

Neal: [pouting after finding out an attractive agent is a lesbian] Doesn't the FBI have a policy about that?
Peter: That's the military. We don't ask. We don't care.

Peter: You're James Bennett.
James: I understand you have every reason not to trust me right now, Burke.
Peter: You told us you were Sam Phelps.
James: No, you assumed I was Sam Phelps. I didn't correct you.

Peter: You and Ford had a pretty interesting rapport today.
Neal: I know where you're going.
Peter: Don't need to look in a crystal ball?
Neal: You think he's a cautionary tale.
Peter: You wanna be like him when you grow up?
Neal: More fun than sitting in a cubicle.
Peter: Neal, if ever you do decide to grow up, you should realize this one thing: You can either be a con or a man. You can't be both.

Neal: Really?
Peter: Really.

Peter: Thought you'd be taller
Dana: Me too

Neal: Morning, Peter.
Peter: I see your quest for Manhattan's best brew continues.
Neal: One's for you.
Peter: Oh. Yankee tickets. Versus the Red Sox.
Neal: Yeah, I got 'em from Frankie Whispers. I'm not gonna use 'em.
Peter: They're behind home plate.
Neal: Oh? I hear that's good.
Peter: Uh-huh. You bought coffee, Yankee tickets. This is not your most subtle con.
Neal: Con? Peter, I am hurt that you...
Peter: You're trying to get back on my good side.
Neal: Is that a crime?

Peter: Sorry I broke your dinosaur!

[last lines]
Peter: This is a letter from the U.S. Probation Office. "It is to inform you that a hearing has been scheduled concerning your probation. Because of your outstanding service, including recovering the treasure and catching Keller, the U.S. Probation Office is convening a hearing to discuss the commutation of your sentence."
Neal: What does that mean?
Peter: It means no anklet. No nothing. In three months, you could be a free man.

Neal: 12 past 4. Still no sign of our jewel thief.
Peter: You lift a hundred grand worth of stones from Bloustein's, you want to unload them as fast as possible. Give it time.
Clinton: Your gut still telling you it's an inside job?
Peter: Why do you ask?
Clinton: 'Cause I have an Andrew Jackson telling me it wasn't.
Peter: I'll take your money, Jones.
Diana: Oh, get out your wallets, gentlemen. Here comes our suspect.
Catherine: Let's make this quick.
Peter: Run the plate.
Diana: [keys clacking] Got it. Catherine McMillan.
Peter: Bloustein's assistant manager.
Diana: OH!
Clinton: [hands Peter a 20] Pretty happy with yourself, huh?
Peter: Ah, I'm not the one who bet against the gut.
Catherine: So, how does this work? You show me the cash, I show you the jewelry?
Neal: Are you gonna let me in?
[leans on the car]
Neal: This isn't a drug deal in a parking lot. I'm not flashing this much cash in the open.
[notices something on the seat]
Neal: You alone?
Catherine: Please show me the money.
Neal: Look, maybe you should reconsider. The right buyer would pay you twice what I'm offering.
Diana: Why's he trying to talk her out of it?
Clinton: Soft spot for a pretty lady?
Peter: What are you doing, Neal?
Neal: [sighs] Show me the stones.
Catherine: The deal was for a hundred thousand.
Neal: Yeah. I know much the deal was for.
Catherine: I'd like my money now.
Neal: [hands her briefcase] It's all there. You can count it.
Peter: Count it, that's our signal.
[through radio]
Peter: Move in, move in!
Neal: [reaches into the car, pulling out toy cement truck] No Guns! No guns, guys..

Neal: I was hoping to go to the White Bored exhibit at the Powell.
Peter: White Board?
Neal: No, no. White Bored, spelled b-o-r-e-d. It's conceptual. The artist has taken a mundane office item and turned it into a canvas commentary on modern business.
Peter: Does he use paint?
Neal: Markers.
Peter: I already have one in my office. Wait, and how did you know how I was spelling board? It's the same word.
Neal: Your tone. Peter, you gotta see it. Come with me.
Peter: The museum's outside your radius. Can't. Date night with Elizabeth.
Neal: Even better. She'll love it.
Peter: No, date night, which means no white board of any sort and no Neal.

Neal: That's the same suit you were wearing last time you arrested me.
Peter: Classics never go out of style.

[Elizabeth has invited Peter out to lunch]
Elizabeth: Honey, relax. You're not in trouble.
Peter: [relieved] Oh, thank God.

Peter: I'm making it a point to remember all the anniversaries - birthdays, weddings, the day we brought Satchmo home from the breeders.
Neal: I imagined a stork delivery.
Peter: December 7th.
Neal: Pearl Harbor Day?
Peter: Another day that will live in infamy - first time I arrested you.
Neal: And four years later we did it all over again, but this time you gave me jewelry.
[pulls up pant leg to show the anklet]

Peter: This could work.
Neal: All we need is a bad cop.
Peter: I can do bad cop.
Neal: I've seen you do mildly irritated cop.

Diana: Neal Caffrey escaped.
Peter: What's this?
Diana: U.S. Marshal's are requesting your help?
Peter: My help?
Diana: Director Thompson asked for you personally.
Peter: Me? Why would he want me?
Diana: Probably because you're the only one who ever caught him.

Peter: When did you stop putting faith in people?
Agent: When they stopped deserving it.

Peter: No dusting off, no smiling. Don't come in here with a grin on your face.
Neal: But I'm in.
Peter: Yeah, but the plan was for me to haul you and her in to the FBI.
Neal: I was good with that plan.
Peter: And yet you yelled "FBI raid".
Neal: Look, she had an artifact on her. Raquel wasn't about to turn herself in.
Peter: Oh, "Raquel", huh? Hmm...
Neal: What?
Peter: Mysterious, gorgeous, she wears a hat. She's an expert in a certain subject that you find particularly sexy.
Neal: What are you talking about?
Peter: Just wondering why you ditched me.
Neal: I told you, Peter, she's a thief.
Peter: And you are...?
Neal: Someone who escaped your capture in a crowded restaurant by saying two words: "FBI raid".
Peter: Don't get cocky.

Peter: I really need to kiss you right now.

Peter: So how do we spot him? We have over 500 people to consider.
Neal: I'm convinced there's a secret FBI handshake, and now is the time to use it.
Clinton: There is no secret handshake.
Neal: Of course that's what you'd say.

[Peter is planning to stay in a hotel while his power is out]
Neal: Peter, mi casa is su casa.
Peter: Su casa is not *even* su casa.

Peter: [Peter runs down the stairs, after getting a call that Neal's GPS anklet was set off, only to find Neal chatting with his wife on the couch] You're on my couch.
Neal: Yeah, I came to talk to you. And Peter, I have to say, you have such an amazing wife.
Peter: Yeah, I like her. Get off my couch.

Neal: You want to use Jessica as bait?
Peter: I'm meeting Kent in the afternoon. Maybe I can hint to him that she knows something.
Neal: He'll come after her.
Peter: And when he does, we take him down. Think she's up to it?
Neal: Well, she's certainly driven.
Peter: Yeah, that's what worries me. I'm not sure if she wants revenge or justice.
Neal: I can't blame her either way.
Peter: You have empathy for that woman.
Neal: What if I do?
Peter: There's a right way to do things and a wrong way. Revenge is the wrong way. It's short-sighted and it's dangerous.
Neal: What's justice, then?
Peter: It's restoring order, not furthering chaos.

Neal: The model boats in Dobbs' library - they all had women's names.
Mozzie: Yeah, there was... Claudia, Annette, Adele.
Neal: Esmeralda, Isabella
Peter: [sings] Isabella, I can tell - a, Esmeralda find Adele - a
Neal: Peter, this is not the time.
Mozzie: What?
Peter: [still singing] Mirabella so compella... was there a Mirabella?
Neal: Yeah.
Peter: [sings] Rob's fair ladies!
Mozzie: Did he get into the rum?
Neal: I don't know.
Peter: These were the names of Dobbs' boats?
Neal: Yeah, how did you know that?
Mozzie: Who cares. Why did you just defile a nursery rhyme?
Peter: Forget the boat. I think I have a way to get you back to New York.

Peter: Still, it only took you a month and a half to escape a super max... damn impressive.

Peter: You gonna share?
Neal: You're gonna think I'm crazy
Peter: It's never stopped you before

Neal: Did you mention the Empire State Building in your file on Pratt?
Peter: No. I left it out of the report. You're worried Callaway might be connected to the senator?
Neal: Well, she was nice to me. When people are nice, they're usually working an angle.

Neal: Good weekend?
Peter: Great. New York won 4-3 in double overtime. How was the Guggenheim?
Neal: Excellent. Saw a rumination on the physicality of space and the nature of sculpture.
Peter: Glad I missed it.
Neal: I gotcha.

Brooke: [to Neal, who is posing as Burke] Um, is there any way you and I could speak, just the two of us?
Neal: [as Peter] I know Neal seems intimidating, but he's very useful in cases like yours.
[glances at Peter]
Neal: In fact, I think he's the single most valuable asset we have here at the Bureau.
Brooke: Please?
Neal: [considers, as Peter] On second thought, Neal
[raises coffee mug]
Neal: cream, no sugar.
Peter: [as Neal] We have agents for that.
Neal: [as Peter] I have something better. I have you.

Elizabeth: Honey, you know Neal doesn't want you looking into the key.
Peter: Neal doesn't lie to me. He hides the truth, he withholds it, but he... doesn't lie to me. And if he is, there's got to be a reason for it.

[Woodford is pointing a pistol at Burke, who has just walked in amongst his gang. His eyes are blazing with fury]
Neal: Woodford, we need another man. He's the best I know.
Alan: [scowling] We can do the job without him.
Neal: No, we can't. OK? Trust me. Trust him.
[Woodford cocks his head to one side, suspiciously]
Alan: Why should I?
Peter: Because I pulled the Graff Diamond Heist in London in '07. Sloane Street.
[Woodford looks interested]
Peter: Modeled it after the same Graff Diamond Heist you pulled in '03.
[Woodford's lips tighten. He gets the feeling that this clown is just trying to butter him up so that he won't have to shoot him]
Matthew: [pinching his forehead in exasperation] Either shoot him, or let's get on with our day.
[Woodford presses the pistol to Burke's head]
Alan: The '07 job was some of the best work I've ever seen. Brilliantly planned.
[Burke smiles]
Peter: You're making me blush.
[Woodford grimaces]
Alan: Remind me. What was it you drove for the getaway?
Peter: A Bentley Continental Flying Spur, but that's a trick question. I wasn't driving. We had a chauffeur.
[Woodford beams and removes the pistol from Burke's head]

Mozzie: Your timing is impeccable, J. Edgar.
Peter: [Sees Mozzie is dressed head to toe in a Fighter Pilot costume] Sorry, Amelia.

Peter: That's a bright eyeshadow. What colour would you call that?
Neal: Kingfisher?
Peter: Made yourself right at home at the Stardust.
Neal: Well, when you do a rubbing at a strip club, your options are limited.
Peter: Oh I'm tempted to make a "rubbing at a strip club" joke.
Neal: Put it right across the plate for you.
Peter: You did.
Neal: Glad you're above it.
Peter: I am.

Peter: C'mon, let's go talk to them.
Neal: You need me for this? You're uncomfortable around the six-year-old?
Peter: I don't speak that language.
Neal: I do?
Peter: Yeah, you do, Peter Pan. Let's go.

Neal: I watch her granddaughter from time to time.
Peter: She's got you babysitting?
Cindy: [June's gorgeous granddaughter walks in] Hi, Neal.
Peter: Granddaughter?
Neal: She's an art student.
Peter: Unbelievable.

Neal: Every case gets a nickname. Hagen was The Dutchman before you ID'ed him. What was my nickname?
Peter: Oh, don't recall.
Neal: Aww, that's too bad. Well, the sooner you remember, the sooner we can move on.
Peter: James Bonds.
Neal: Bonds.
[Peter chimes in]
Neal: James Bonds.
Peter: Yes, yes.
Neal: Would you like another beer?
Peter: Yeah.
Neal: Shaken, not stirred?
Peter: See, I knew it was a mistake telling you.

Neal: I don't need a warrant to break in.
Peter: But this Neal Caffrey does.

Peter: Evan? Hi, I'm Special Agent Peter Burke.
Evan: Agent Burke, and Agent...
Neal: Uh, Neal Caffrey. I work here, but I'm not an agent. Took the road less recommended.

Peter: What we have today is a chance to take down one of the most notorious white-collar criminals in New York: Vincent Adler. As you know, Adler ran a Ponzi scheme about a half a decade ago that rivaled Bernie Madoff's.

Neal: Peter, what's up?
Peter: It looks like Ganz is pulling together a crew.
Neal: What kind of crew?
Peter: Mmm, not for rowing. Looks like muscle for hire.
Neal: He's planning another heist.
Peter: Yeah. I want to talk to Ford. Bring him in the office tomorrow.
Neal: No, he's smart, Peter. You won't be able to sweat it out of him.
Peter: You got a better idea?
Neal: How do you feel about dinner parties?
Peter: I hope that's a non sequitur.
Neal: I'm having dinner with Ford and June tonight. You and Elizabeth should join us.
Peter: You want me to bring my wife to a covert interrogation?
Neal: It's perfect. He won't suspect you're a fed.
Peter: Then who am I?
Neal: Coworker.
Peter: And what kind of cowork would that be?
Neal: I may have implied that you're not exactly a noble citizen.
Peter: No.
Neal: Peter...
Peter: I said no. Find another way.

Peter: You always told me working with Caffrey would put me dangerously close to the line.
Reese: Sometimes you have to redraw those lines to stay within them.

Peter: Did he have drinks with anyone recently?... So it was probably for a beer.
Dana: [starts crying] It's no okay really
Peter: Yes it is. This is the good-news part

Peter: Who are you?
Mozzie: I'm the neighbor. Dan-te Hversham. Dante Hversham.
Peter: And you're dating June?
Mozzie: Courting. Courting. What can I say, she likes a little cream in her coffee.
Peter: You really want to keep this up?
Neal: No, I don't.

Neal: Tell me, Gary. Does Juliana know you helped steal the painting?
Uncle: You can't be here. My lawyer was very clear...
Neal: First of all, hiring a lawyer makes you look guilty.
Uncle: He told me specifically not to talk to the FBI.
Neal: Do I look like an FBI agent?
Uncle: Who are you?
Neal: Think hard, Gary.
Uncle: Did he send you?
Neal: What do you think?
Uncle: God, I knew this would happen. What that whole thing at the house was a setup?
Neal: How did it go wrong? Juliana wasn't supposed to be there. Now she's a witness.
Uncle: It wasn't my fault. Her class got out early. Please don't hurt her.
Neal: It's not me you need to convince.
Uncle: Tell him - Tell him I'll make sure she doesn't cause any trouble.
Neal: She's ready to sit with a sketch artist. This is the kind of thing that makes it much harder to sell the painting.
Uncle: How about-? Here. How about a good faith payment? Here. Here's, uh, $300. That's all I got.
Neal: Three hundred? Gary.
Uncle: All right. You're right, you're right. Um... I could write him a check?
Neal: That could work.
Peter: He wrote you a personal check to the guy he helped steal his mother's painting?
Neal: He was very insistent. No threats, no lies. I let him do all the talking.
Peter: I'm calling this a grey area.

Peter: You and your eye shadow may have cracked this case.

Peter: When we first got married, I used to say, "I love you, honey." Then it became, "love you, honey," then "honey." Now all we need to say is, "hon."
Neal: Very efficient.

Dr. Drugov: Being shot in my vest feels not readily disimilar from a nice firm hug. And it's slim enough to fit under your suit and jacket without a buldge.
Peter: Well, Diana doesn't like buldges.

Neal: I love a good art heist.
Peter: Solving a good art heist.
Neal: That's what I said.

Peter: How much is it worth?
Neal: Sixty million. Or the life of a paranoid bald man.

Peter: I'll handle it.
Neal: Peter Burke gut detector?
Peter: FBI's most valuable weapon.

Peter: Get back to work!

Peter: Even when Neal is not around I end up eating dinner with grand larsonists.

Peter: You moved?
Neal: [Looking around Park Avenue manson] Yeah, it's nicer than the other place don't you think?
Peter: Yeah, I don't remember the other place having a view.

Neal: Did you really put Elizabeth under surveillance before you asked her out? Peter, I underestimated you.
Peter: You told him?
Elizabeth: Oh, he said he wanted to make sure I wasn't seeing anybody else. Honey, it's cute.
Neal: I think it's adorable.
Peter: I'm putting you back in prison.

Peter: You kidnapped me - you don't get to judge me.

Brooke: [as Peter approaches] I thought we were just gonna be speaking with your husband.
Elizabeth: Oh, we were, but actually this is, um, Neal Caffrey.
[Neal winces]
Brooke: Are you an agent too?
Peter: [posing as Neal] No. No, I wish I was. I'm just a consultant.
Brooke: So how does that work?
Peter: [as Neal] Actually, I'm a criminal.
Brooke: A criminal?
Peter: [as Neal] I've made a lot of really bad life choices which landed me in prison. But now I assist the FBI.
Brooke: Oh, okay, good.
[starts to leave with Neal]
Peter: [as Neal] As a matter of fact, had it not been for Agent Burke here, I'd still be in prison. Rotting.
Neal: [posing as Peter] You're giving me way more credit than I deserve.
Peter: [as Neal] No, no, no, don't be modest, Peter. You caught me. Twice. And you can send me back anytime you want.

Peter: You carrying?
Neal: You know I don't like guns.

Peter: You look like a cartoon.
Neal: This is classic Rat Pack. This is a Devore.
Peter: Oh, sorry Dino.

Peter: You let me down, Neal.
Neal: I let you down? You told Fowler to look for my signature.
Peter: And you told me to look at your bonds under polarized light, remember? Well, guess what. I did. And yeah, you signed them.
Neal: And you think I'd be stupid enough to do that again?
Peter: I guess you were. The thief is associated with law enforcement, your anklet was tampered with, you have no alibi, and your initials are on the diamond. What am I supposed to think?
Neal: I was set up.
Peter: By who?
Neal: I'm working on that.
Peter: You're not helping things.
Prison: Agent Burke?
Peter: What?
Prison: His lawyer's here.
[Mozzie enters]
Peter: [looks at Mozzie] He's a lawyer?
Mozzie: You can check my University of Phoenix online degree. Go Cardinals. Now, if you don't mind, I'd like to speak to my client. Alone.
[Peter goes to leave]
Neal: I didn't let you down.
[looks sincere]

Peter: Who would stop in the middle of a museum robbery to get a date?
Clinton: Ca...
Peter: [Interrupting] Don't say it.

Neal: [seeing a new face at FBI HQ] Who's that?
Peter: Kimberly Rice. Rising star in the Bureau.
Neal: You're not a fan.
Peter: Nope. She works in Kidnapping and Missing Persons.
Neal: What's she doing in White Collar?
Peter: She's here to see you.
Neal: Whatever I did, I have proof I didn't do it.

Peter: This can't be good.
Reese: Why does everyone say that when I walk into their office?
Peter: Do you have good news?
Reese: No.

Peter: Moz, the US government is Not conducting mind control experiments
Mozzie: Hah! That's what they Made you think

Peter: [looking at evidence] Hey, does this look like a compass rose to you?
Neal: I think it looks like real estate fraud.

Neal: [sees a kid in prep school uniform in the FBI office] Did Hogwarts book a field trip?
Peter: Looks like it. Jones, who's that?
Clinton: Oh, uh... Evan Leary. Kid was sitting in the lobby since 7. Said he wouldn't leave until he spoke with a case agent.
Peter: He asked to see a case agent?
Neal: Well, someone did his homework.
Peter: Ten points to Gryffindor.

Peter: [holds up a DVD] Tales of the FBI's classified files.
Sara: Peter figured out why Adler's so interested in Wagner.
Mozzie: Excellent. Top secret movies! I'll make popcorn.
Neal: Butter, please.

Ms. Holloman: State your name and relationship to Neal Caffrey for the record, please.
Peter: Special Agent Peter Burke. I've been Neal Caffrey's handler at the Federal Bureau of Investigation, since his release into our custody.
Ms. Holloman: You caught him?
Peter: Twice. And you should know, the last time I caught him, he was sitting alone in an empty apartment. He had nothing. No one.
Ms. Holloman: And now?
Peter: He has a life. A real life here. One that keeps him grounded... and decent. As you've heard, there are many people who care about Neal, people who see him as more than just a criminal. He's frustrating, I'll admit. He drives me crazy on his best days. I don't always have to know where Neal is, or what he's up to. But I do know that he has a good heart... and a set of principles that weren't there six years ago, when he was just another case file that got dropped on my desk.
Ms. Holloman: Do you think Mr. Caffrey is reformed?
Peter: As long as he's on that anklet, we'll never know. We can sit here until kingdom come and debate over 'who is Neal Caffrey'. But as long as we keep him tethered, as long as we treat him like a criminal, he'll always think that he is one. Whether Neal is a citizen, a C.I or a thief, is a decision that needs to be put into his hands.

Peter: Neal, this is John Deckard from the Marshals' office.
John: Are you sure it's necessary to bring him in?
Peter: Neal, how long did you evade the U.S. Marshals?
Neal: Well, technically, they never found me. You did.
Kyle: As I heard it, you had the Marshals searching for you along the Mexican Riviera.
[Neal chuckles]
Peter: If anyone knows about evading arrest, it's Neal Caffrey.

Neal: Gary Jennings, state senator.
Peter: You've heard of him?
Neal: I am politically aware. He's popular. Even Mozzie voted for him.
Peter: Mozzie votes?
Neal: More often than you'd think. Or would approve of.

Mozzie: [Peter hears an intruder at the back door and approaches it with his gun drawn] Don't shoot! I'm armed only with comfort food.
Peter: Mozzie, what the hell are you doing here?
Mozzie: Mrs. Suit asked me to make sure you eat something not made out of green clovers and purple horseshoes. Less magically delicious.