03x14 - Chuck Versus the Honeymooners

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Chuck: Hi. I'm Chuck. Here's a few things that you might need to know.

Beckman; This is General Beckman of the NSA.

I am calling to say... that you are officially a member of Operation Bartowski.

Chuck: I think we're gonna need a few more days in Paris.

Beckman; No. I want you back ASAP.

Moustache man: Bon soir, Madame.

Compartment service. So sorry to bother you...

Sarah: Right. I'll take it from here.

Thank you.

Moustache man; But wait. Uh, wouldn't you prefer for me to carve?

Sarah: I'm pretty good with knives.

Moustache man: Ah.

Will there be anything else?

Chuck; Actually. You know what?

I think we have everything we need.

Moustache man: Ah.

Very good, monsieur.

- Merci.

Bon soir.

Moustache man: Good afternoon yet again, monsieur.

Merci.

Moustache man; You do know, we have a full dining car at the rear of the train.

Chuck: Yes. Uh, we're just...

We quite like it in here.

Uh-uh. So...

Chuck:,Hey.

So you really don't have a favorite band?

I don't... I can't...

Everybody's got a favorite band.

What's your favorite live show? We'll start there.

Sarah: Music has not been at the top of my list.

Chuck: Oh, is that right? Oh.

Is that so?

Well, okay, music.

Something that we can work on.

Although, that would require us leaving this compartment, and I'm not sure how I feel about that.

No. I...

Beckman expected us back in Burbank today.

Sarah; So did Ellie and Casey and Devon.

We can't just run away like this.

Chuck; Why not?

Sarah: Chuck...

Chuck : Casey's been reinstated, Ellie and Awesome are going to Africa.

Everyone else is moving forward with their life.

Sarah, for the first time since I've known you, nothing is holding us back.

And if Beckman finds out, she could stop all of this, us.

I can't risk that. I won't.

Sarah: You're right.

I can't go back to how it was before.

Before this, before you.

Chuck; We should do what I should have done in Prague.

We should run.

Sarah: But, Chuck, is that what you really want?

Chuck: I want you.

Sarah Walker, do you agree to quit the spy life with me?

Sarah: I do.

Chuck Bartowski, do you agree to quit the spy life with me?

Chuck: I do.

Beckman: Agents Walker and Bartowski haven't checked in since the Shaw incident.

They were to report back here at 0800 today.

As far as the US government is concerned, they're AWOL.

Casey: Well, we'll need access to Interpol sat imaging.

Our uplink's...

Beckman: We've been down that path, Colonel.

I'm coming to you because you have access to...

A unique resource.

The Intersect and Mr. Grimes have an oddly codependent relationship.

I need to know if they're in communication.

Use him to find Chuck.

Ellie: Devon, what are these?

Devon: Babe, this didn't happen by accident.

Ellie: Okay, well, they're not coming with us to Africa.

Devon; Don't worry, babe.

I'm sure Chuck will be at our going-away party.

Ellie: It's fine.

It's fine. If he shows up, he shows up.

If he doesn't...

You know, I'm sure whatever he's doing at Buy More Corporate is very important.

Moustache man; Well, I see you finally made it out of your compartment, Mr. and Mrs...

Chuck; Charles Carmi... Charles.

Charles Charles is the name.

We are the Charles.

Charles-ezez.

We... we're on our honeymoon.

Huh.

Sarah: Mrs. Charles.

Moustache man: Ah. Enchanté.

Enjoy.

Chuck: Merci. Merci.

I... I... I blew that cover story, didn't I?

Sarah: I think the honeymoon bit might have been too much.

Chuck; Was it? It probably was.

I should have just said we were dating exclusively.

I mean, that's a fair assumption, right?

Sarah: Chuck, we're running away together.

Chuck : Man, pastries for breakfast every morning.

Europe is genius.

Of course you're probably used to this stuff, right?

Sarah: Well, I may have a lot of stamps in my passport, but I think this is the first time that I'm actually seeing the place.

Chuck: Well, where do we begin?

We can go anywhere, be anyone, do anything.

Sarah: Well, we could go skiing in the Alps.

Chuck : I don't know. Could be painful.

Although, we could also catch a bunch of great concerts.

That could be fun.

And, uh, if we get tired of Europe, there is always...

Canada.

No matter where we go or what we do...

As long as we're together, right?

Raspberry and chocolate chips.

Charge this to room 47B, please.

Sarah: To not being spies.

Morgan: Casey, I'm telling you, I haven't heard from Chuck, and he hasn't updated his Facebook status in over a week.

Which I can only assume means, well, that he's prob...

Probably something pretty important, right?

Let's cut the man some slack.

He's got the world's fate resting in his hands.

Casey: Oh, I'd say he's got something else resting in his hands.

Morgan : What do you mean?

Casey; Chuck's off-grid with Walker. Do the math, Grimes.

He's going to need a walker when Walker's through with him.

They're having intercourse, idiot.

Morgan; Oh. Oh. Got you. Say no more.

Ah. Good for Chuck.

Well, shouldn't be too hard to find then.

And yes, I will assist you.

I happen to be the Intersect of Chuck, so... Oh. Hey.

Casey: You seen Chuck?

Devon: I was just going to ask you the same thing So, where's Chuck?

Morgan; You are on a need-to-know basis.

Devon : Dude.

Morgan : Well, good thing you came to me, as I have been tasked to bring him back, so...

Devon; Back? Back? Back from where?

Morgan; Well, probably better you don't know.

Devon: Whatever. But you know the going-away party I'm having for me and Ellie tomorrow night?

Morgan: Yes, sure.

Devon; No matter what she says, it will k*ll her if Chuck's not there to say good-bye, so make it happen.

Lester: Somebody say Bat Mitzvah?

Hey.

Devon; No. Party.

Lester ; You know, there's a lengthy Hebrew translation I'm not gonna get into, but in the olden days, Bat Mitzvah meant, "party hard"

"'cause your daughter's almost ripe for plucking. "

Oh.

Jeff; Oh, my.

I miss the olden days.

Lester: I'm gonna assume our invitations got lost in the mail. Jeffster!... formally accepts.

Ha!

Jeff: Our manager, by which I mean me, will be in touch.

Sarah: I can't believe it.

We're really out of the spy game.

Chuck: Yeah. Yeah, it's gonna be tough to just turn off this old head of mine.

Sarah: I know what you mean.

It's kind of second nature.

Chuck; So, theoretically, if I were to flash, I'd just ignore it.

That's what we decided, right?

Sarah: Right.

Right, just a couple of regular people blending in.

Chuck; Just a couple of regular people doing regular things.

Nothing heroic.

Sarah; Exactly.

'Cause that's what you wanted, right?

Chuck: Of course.

Maybe I'll just get some fresh air.

Sarah: You know, I could use some ice cream.

You want to go get it?

Chuck; No, you can get it. You can get it.

I'll get fresh air right here.

Good. You know, I'll just open the window, you know.

There's nothing like some nice Swiss air to get the blood pumping.

You know what I mean? Oh! Oh!

Oh, that's cold.

That is brisk, but refreshing.

Sarah: Ah, I'll be right back.

Juan Diego Arnaldo.

He's a Basque t*rror1st.

What on earth are they planning?

Oh, damn it.

Chuck: Names, dates.

What are they up to?

Sarah: What are y'all doing in my room?

My husband is going to kick your behinds!

Juan arnaldo: This is my compartment.

Though I'd be happy to show you to wherever you are going.

Sarah: Oh!

I'm so embarrassed.

Perdon, lo siento!

All these rooms look the same six drinks in.

We do everything big in Texas.

I can see that.

Sarah: Right.

Well, I'll be on my way.

Perdon.

Chuck: Was just doing some calisthenics.

You know? I can't let myself go now that I got the girl.

Sarah: Right.

Chuck; Oh, yeah.

Yeah.

Sarah; You know, Chuck, I can't fake this.

Not with you.

Chuck: What?

You've been faking it the whole time?

Sarah: No, no, no, not that.

I spotted a Basque t*rror1st on board.

Juan...

Chuck ;Diego Arnaldo!

I know, I flashed on him.

He has a whole list of names in his room.

Sarah: Yeah, all of his contacts from the Euskadi Ta Askatasuna.

Chuck: Oh, my God, you even make t*rror1st groups sound sexy.

Sarah: So, you were the one I was hiding from.

Chuck; You were the one in the bathroom?

You know, Juan Diego Arnaldo is a t*rror1st.

After all, it would be irresponsible...

Sarah: Even criminal to turn our backs on this.

Chuck; One last mission before we quit?

Sarah: One last mission.

Morgan : Let me get this straight. Last time you saw Chuck was in Paris?

Casey; Quiet.

Morgan: Well, hey, you asked me for my help.

Casey: No, I was tasked to ask for your help.

There's a big difference.

Morgan: Tomato John. Listen to me.

You're looking for a needle in a haystack made of needles.

You need to create an advantage.

That's me.

Casey: You know, it can take up to seven minutes to strangle someone to death.

I've done it in under 30 seconds.

Morgan; Wow.

See, I thought John Casey wasn't scared of anything.

Casey: I'm not.

Morgan: Then why are you so scared to ask for my help?

Casey; Huh?

Go.

Morgan: All right, looks like we have an Oracle based system here.

Okay. It's just I've been studying this particular subject for over 20 years.

I think I know a thing or two.

Casey; Mm-hmm.

Morgan : I noticed that Chuck left behind his eczema moisturizing cream, which he needs a prescription for.

Dr. Feldman, our dermatologist, would've had to call into a pharmacy.

Casey: Montparnasse.

Near the train station.

Morgan; Ah, let me see if I can find out what day he picked it up.

Okay, April 15, so let's cross-check that with the train station security camera footage.

This is going to be tough.

Casey ; Yeah, see? This is why we leave the spy work to the spies.

Morgan:,Uh-uh-uh- not yet, not yet. Listen to me.

Chuck's a hard-core DC Comic's guy.

And Sarah, I know, Sarah... My boy's not leaving Paris without the latest issue of Justice League.

Casey: What?

Morgan: Now, where's the nearest magazine stand?

There. There.

Bingo.

Huh, there he is. There's our boy.

Just see if we can zoom in on the ticket.

Gotcha.

Casey: They're en route to Zurich.

Make sure your passport's up to date.

Pack light.

Morgan:,Wait a minute.

I'm traveling to Europe on the government's dime?

Champagne, langostino, fully reclining seats...

First class, here I come, baby.

Casey, I get nervous feelings when I fly.

Casey; Yeah, I know. Big job ahead of us.

Get some sleep.

Morgan; Can't.

You see, in my head, the only way the plane remains aloft is if I'm rooting for it.

So, stands to reason if I'm sleeping, I'm not rooting.

Casey: Whatever, nut job.

But you wake me, you'll be the only one that dies.

Sarah: If we can subdue Arnaldo and his men, and leave them cuffed at the next station...

Chuck; We can place an anonymous call to Interpol to pick them up.

Bad guys delivered.

Sarah: Day saved.

Chuck: Then we can finally start living our real lives together.

Right?

Sarah: Right.

So, what's the plan?

We left all of our spy gear in Paris.

Chuck ; Oh, hey. Sorry, man.

Ride on the train's a little bumpy.

You know, I've even had a couple drinks.

Take it easy.

Oui?

Yeah? Oui?

Trés bien.

Vive la France.

Au revoir.

Sarah; Well, they already know me as a drunken newlywed.

It's about time they met my handsome husband. What do you say, tiger?

Chuck: Well, I do believe, you are correct, Mrs. Charles.

Although, I can't help feeling like we're missing something.

Casey; Is all that really necessary?

Morgan ; Every world traveler knows that he should own a sturdy rucksack.

Casey ; Oh, what's with the stupid maple leaf patch?

Morgan: Every American also knows to act Canadian as to be well-liked.

Casey; That's a cliché.

We're on a mission, not a vacation.

Morgan: Well, I'm sorry. I've never been to Europe.

I've barely been south of Redondo Beach.

Bonjour.

Ticket, please.

Morgan: Oh, right. Sorry.

Casey: What are you doing?

Morgan : Hold on.

Don't worry. My ticket is in my super secret money pouch.

There you go.

Hey, trains and buses are hotbeds for gypsy activities. Staying alert.

Thank you.

Casey: You check the sleeping compartments, I got the dining car.

Move.

Morgan: Copy that.

Whoa. Casey?

Up you go.

Okay.

Gracias, senor.

Sarah; Oh, my God!

Hi, y'all. It's me.

Remember me? I was in y'alls room.

Oh, I don't suppose you would mind taking a picture of me and my husband? It's our honeymoon.

Chuck: Yes, it is.

Sarah: Oh!

Oh, dear.

Oh, my God.

I am so sorry.

Charlie, baby, look what I did.

I made an oopsie.

Juan: It's no problem, my dear.

Like you say, you only honeymoon once.

Chuck; This man speaks the truth.

Hey, but still, apologies nonetheless.

Mr. Charles and Mrs. Charles.

We are the Charleses.

The Charlesezez.

Well, either way, Charlie Charles does not spill a man's drink onto a man's cheese tray and not buy a man another drink.

So why don't I just go ahead and get you some freshies and maybe another cheese tray to boot?

Sarah: Oh, isn't he just a sweetheart?

I mean, isn't that...

Lester : Attention Mr. and Mrs. Whatever-your-last-name-is.

Ellie ; Why do they need a rehearsal?

Lester: Prepare yourself to be wowed by a Wall of Sound.

Sound, sound.

Ellie: What was that?

Lester: Damn it, Jeffrey, you blew the amp.

Don't you know that it's not the size of the instrument that matters, but how much and how long and how often your mother catches you playing?

Jeff: You know who can fix that amp in two seconds? Chuck.

Devon : Guys, I really think you can handle it.

Lester: No, we definitely need Chuck.

Ellie: We don't need Chuck! Okay?

Sorry.

We're just...

We're going to figure something out.

Lester: Go get our turtlenecks.

Tonight...

Jeffster! goes unplugged.

Devon; Um, Lester, that's lime juice.

Chuck; Vive la France.

Here we are.

Sorry about the inconvenience.

Here's your three fresh beverages for you, gentlemen.

Now, if you don't mind, I'm going to steal my pretty, little wife back from you, 'cause it's been a speck of time since I whispered sweet nothings in my gal's ear.

Come on, now. She is a tigress.

A tigress! She just comes at you.

Come on, baby. Let's go have some fun.

Sarah; Bye.

Chuck; Y'all have a good trip, now.

Okay.

Well, cheers!

You know, uh, I know this is our last mission, but we make a great team, Mrs. Charles.

Sarah: I'm thinking the same thing, Mr. Charles.

Casey; Oh, God.

Chuck; Casey?

Sarah; What are you doing here?

Casey; Putting to rest any stupid ideas you two might have of turning this into a permanent vacation.

Chuck; I realize how this must look right now, but what you are unaware of is we're on a mission, okay?

Behind you at the end of the dining car are members of the Basque ETA.

Casey: Those drunk guys?

Yeah, they... they look real threatening.

Chuck; Casey, what are you doing?

You don't understand. He's getting away!

Casey: What kind of a chump do you take me for anyway?

Chuck, Sarah: Sorry.

Chuck: Come on.

Coming. Coming.

Not so fast. Wrist. Wrist.

Right. Okay, go, go, go, go.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa. Excuse me.

Morgan: Excuse me. Are you Canadian?

Me, too, eh.

Oh, man.

Sorry to bother you.

Have you seen my friend? He's about... He's aboot...

Canadian woman; Stay away from me, or I'll cut you.

Morgan: Not such a passive people after all, huh?

Sarah: I'll go first.

Chuck; Oh, you know, maybe I should...

S... Sarah! I'm stuck!

Sarah? Sarah? Are you okay?

Sarah: Hold on, Chuck. I've got it.

Chuck: Uh, I just got locked out. That's all.

Hi. Hi there. Hi.

Lovely scarf.

Whoa!

Sarah: Chuck, get off me.

Casey: t*rror1st, huh?

I would have thought two spies could come up with a better excuse than that.

Chuck: Casey, he's... he's here, okay?

He's in the bathroom, I swear to you.

Casey: Hi.

All right, let's say I believe you now.

Would you explain to me what the hell is going on?

Hey! Hey!

Sarah; Go. Go!

Casey: Run! Run! Get out of the way!

Oh!

Morgan: That was awesome!

Did you see that hit? Guys!

Oh. Oh.

Juan; If you're going to k*ll me, just do it.

Sarah: We're not going to k*ll you.

Morgan: Yeah, we're CIA, dirtbag.

Chuck: Morgan, probably not the best idea to share that information with just anyone.

Juan: If you're CIA, then why did you take out the Interpol agents on the train?

Chuck: Wait. What? Excuse me?

Those weren't your men?

Sarah; Interpol already apprehended you?

Juan: No, Interpol was taking me to a witness protection program in exchange for the names of several key ETA leaders.

Chuck; You turned yourself in?

Juan: I have been living on the run for the last two years of my life.

I couldn't take it anymore.

Casey: You didn't run this mission through Beckman?

Sarah: We wanted to do it, um, under the radar.

Morgan: Why?

Casey: Because they're quitting.

Morgan; What? !

No, no, no. Wait, wait, wait.

Hold on a second, Chuck. You can't just stop.

Dude, you are a spy.

This is who you are, man.

You're in the middle of a mission.

Chuck; Morgan, Sarah and I...

Sarah; We decided we want to be together.

Chuck: So, this is it for us, okay?

Soon as we hand over Arnaldo, we're quitting.

Casey: Hey, give me the cuffs.

Elia: It's Elia.

The Interpol agents are neutralized.

Someone did our job for us.

Meet me in Pundtun.

We'll make sure Arnaldo and his new friends never talk.

Beckman; Chuck, what were you thinking?

You apprehended Juan Diego Arnaldo without contacting me first?

Chuck; Well, yes, technically...

Beckman; Your part in this little impromptu mission is over.

I'll arrange for Arnaldo to be picked up by a different Interpol team.

Try not to physically as*ault them.

Chuck; General, just so you know, we didn't hit them or as*ault them in any way.

There was no physical altercation.

We just dosed them with pharmaceutical-grade narcotics.

Beckman; Agent Bartowski...

Chuck; No, you're right. That's not making it better.

Sarah;How's she taking it?

Chuck: Really good I think. Yeah.

Beckman: All you need to do is keep Arnaldo alive until the local team arrives.

Think you can handle that?

Chuck: Absolutely, General.

Beckman: Once Arnaldo is placed safely in Interpol custody, you are to return to Burbank immediately.

And you better have a good explanation for...

Agent Bartowski?

Chuck: General, General, please know I'm not hanging up on you right now, it's...

Sarah: Well?

Chuck: Well, we get to hang around here for a little bit longer, so... vaca.

Morgan; It's like the butter sh*t directly from a Swiss cow into my mouth.

And yet... still can't enjoy it.

I can't believe you're just quitting.

Walking away from everything.

Chuck; I'm not.

I'm walking toward something.

Morgan; I can't believe you were just going to leave without saying good-bye to Ellie, though.

Chuck ; Ellie is going away to do something that she wants to do and I'm happy for her and Devon.

Casey: So that's it?

You're throwing away your life for Bartowski?

Sarah: I'm making a life.

Casey; You know I've been tasked to retrieve you.

Sarah: Yeah, I know why you're here, Casey, and we're not going back.

Morgan; But you're a spy, man.

I mean, this is the coolest thing that's ever happened to us.

Casey: I know what it means to make a choice like this.

I won't stop you.

Sarah; Thank you.

Casey: Unless you want me to.

Morgan; I thought this was everything that you ever wanted.

Chuck: It is.

Okay? It is.

But I want Sarah more.

Sarah: Look, no matter how much I want to be a spy, I want Chuck more.

Juan: May I interject?

Sarah: No.

Casey: No.

Chuck: So I... If I have to choose between the two,

I... I choose Sarah.

Juan; Does it have to be a choice?

Chuck: I don't know.

Excuse me.

Look, Sarah has been a spy her entire life.

And now she's willing to give up everything that she has ever known to be with me, man. Me.

Casey: Doesn't have to be all or nothing.

Sarah; No, I can't risk it.

This is what he wants.

Chuck: And if this is what she wants... then I'm not gonna risk losing her again.

Morgan; Okay. Fine.

Just do me this favor.

Before you quit, make damn sure that quitting is what she wants.

Casey:,All right, enough of this.

Well, if you two are gonna go, you better go now before the other Interpol team gets here.

Chuck; Right now?

Casey: Now.

We'll hand over Arnaldo.

We'll handle it.

Well, I will.

Juan: Perhaps we should all share some nut cake before you go.

Especially you two.

Open communication is very important...

Casey: Shut up.

Morgan: All right.

Say good-bye, huh?

Love you, buddy.

Chuck: I love you, too. I'll miss you.

Thank you, Casey.

Morgan: Hey. Take care of my boy.

Sarah: I will.

Morgan;,All right.

Move.

♪ So kiss me and smile for me ♪
♪ Tell me that you'll wait for me ♪
♪ Hold me like you'll never let me go ♪
♪ 'Cause I'm leaving on a jet plane ♪

Well, here we go.

* Don't know *

♪ When I'll be back again ♪
♪ Ooh ♪

Chuck; I got to say, it's really weird leaving.

I mean, I've never lived anywhere outside of California before, so...

Sarah; Well, I've lived all over the world, but, um, well, Burbank's the only place that ever felt like home.

♪ Oh, babe, I hate to go ♪
♪ I hate to go. ♪

Lester; Good job. All right!

Thank you.

Devon, Ellie, you want to come up here and say a few words?

Oh.

Colonel John Casey.

Agent Simon.

Agent Patine.

We heard there was a misunderstanding on the train.

Casey: Yeah, you could say that.

Morgan; Hello. I'm right here.

So impolite. M. Grimes.

Can't disclose what the M stands for security. You understand.

So, yeah, yeah. Where you boys stationed nowadays?

Lake Como.

Morgan: Is that right? Seriously?

Lake Como? Oh, I love Lake Como.

I've never actually been there myself, but I took an entire plane ride and read all about it.

Check it out, right here.

Yeah, paints quite the elegant portrait, you know?

But it is still just a book, so...

Tell me... The Villa del Balbianello...

I mean, am I saying that right? Bell... bell... bellelo?

It's beautiful.

Morgan: Ah, I can imagine.

This time of year, I would...

Casey: Grimes!

Morgan; Let them do their job.

Naturally. Sure, sure.

There I go.

But one more question about Lake Como.

Sagra di San Giovanni...

Is it just everything I heard it was?

I mean, I... I...

Look, like I said, the palaces are beautiful there.

Morgan; Yeah.

Palaces?

We really should go.

Morgan: Yeah, no.

I've held you up enough.

I'll just go on all day "Lake Como, Lake Como".

But one thing. Sagra di San Giovanni, well, it's this annual festival of boats.

Supposed to be amazing.

Dating back hundreds, if not thousands of years. So I don't know, I just thought anyone who spent any amount of time in Lake Como, well, they'd probably know it.

Elia: I don't recommend that.

Morgan:,Oh, Canada.

Elia: Wouldn't want to make a scene.

Or a mess.

Chuck: Well, after you, Agent Walker.

Sarah: No longer an agent, right?

Chuck: No longer Mr. Charles either, I suppose.

Sarah, this is what you want, right? To run away?

Well, I always thought it had to be one way or the other, but maybe...

Chuck; Maybe... maybe what?

You can say it. It's okay.

Interpol agent: Sorry to cut the honeymoon short.

But what the hell have you done with Juan Diego Arnaldo?

Chuck; Guys, guys, guys, please listen to me.

This is a giant misunderstanding.

We're on the same side.

Interpol agent; Enough. You drugged us.

Interpol did send an additional team to retrieve Arnaldo.

Chuck:,Oh, okay, well, then I expect an apology.

They were just found dead ten minutes outside of Pundtun.

Sarah; Oh, my God, Morgan and Casey.

Chuck; Guys, our friends are in really big trouble right now.

Interpol agent: Well, our friends are dead.

And you're going to tell us why.

Call it in.

Chuck: Sarah, we can't just leave them.

Sarah: I know, but if we're going to do something, we have to do it right now.

Quiet.

Sarah:What are you doing?

Chuck; I'm looking for the cuff keys.

Sarah: No, we don't have time.

We have to run.

Chuck; Hold on.

Elia; I want to know everything you've told Interpol.

You should never have abandoned your team.

Morgan: Don't you have some sort of signal you can send to the CIA to alert them that we're in danger?

Casey: The only CIA agents within 100 miles of here just quit.

Just stay calm.

Chuck: I can't hit a girl.

Sarah; I can.

Casey: On your feet. Hook arms. Push, push, push.

Morgan: That was awesome.

Sarah:,Casey, you all right?

Casey: Don't worry, I'll take care of this one.

Don't you two have a train to catch?

Sarah: Uh, yeah. Yeah, we do, right, Chuck?

Chuck: Right.

Juan: May I just say... I've been on the run for two years, and no matter how far you run, you can never run from yourself.

And from what I've heard from both of you, it's not what either of you really wants.

Sarah: You don't want to quit?

Chuck: I thought that's what you wanted.

Sarah: I don't want you to choose me over something that you want for yourself.

Chuck: I want you. I want us.

Do you think if we went back, and we told Beckman the honest-to-god absolute truth, do you think we'd really have a sh*t at having it all?

Sarah: Chuck Bartowski, do you agree to not quit the spy life and be with me?

Chuck: I do.

Sarah Walker, do you agree to not quit the spy life and be with me?

Sarah; I do.

Beckman: Good work, Colonel Casey.

Because of your efforts, a group of Basque t*rrorists were captured.

Casey: Thank you, General.

It wasn't just me.

Grimes here was resourceful and quick to action when necessary.

Beckman: An unlikely pair often produces successful results.

Thank you. You're both dismissed.

Morgan: Actually, if I may address you directly, General.

Wow, what a trip.

And Chuck and Sarah, I know, I know, they may have acted impulsively, recklessly, foolishly even, I don't know, but I do know this... These two were born to be spies... together.

Beckman: Get him out of here.

Casey: Ma'am.

Morgan; What?

Beckman: Do either of you have any type of explanation for your extemporaneous holiday?

Chuck; It was my fault.

Sarah; It was my fault.

Chuck: I flashed and made Agent Walker accompany me while pursuing a suspect.

Sarah: I was following a hunch and Chuck was simply being a good partner.

Beckman ; Do you both think me an idiot?

Chuck: No, ma'am.

Sarah; No, ma'am.

Beckman; Then don't lie to me.

Chuck : General, look, I think it's important you should know that Sarah and I, we, we are...

Beckman ; Stop right there. Release Agent Walker.

I didn't ask. I don't need to know all the de...

Chuck:,But I thought you said no more lies, and... and we... we want to tell you the truth.

Beckman; No.

Sarah: General, Chuck and I are dating.

Exclusively.

Beckman: I must caution you that allowing your private life to interfere with your professional one can be dangerous.

But off the record, it's about damn time.

Chuck; Oh, my God, I forgot that Ellie was leaving.

Ellie, Devon?

Ellie: I've never asked Chuck for anything.

I just wanted the chance to say good-bye.

And he couldn't even give me that.

I just wanted the chance to say good-bye.

And he couldn't... Chuck.

Chuck:,Ellie.

Ellie: I forgot my phone.

I think I still might be a little drunk.

Chuck; I'm so sorry, Ellie.

I wanted to be here.

Ellie; Chuck, it's fine.

You missed one party.

Truth is, I think I got so drunk because I was upset with myself.

I'm leaving my little brother.

Chuck; I'm not so little anymore.

And, uh, just so you know, you're not leaving me alone.

Ellie: You guys are back together?

Chuck; We're together.

I think I found the one.

This is going to be your favorite song.

Sarah; I like this.

Chuck: That's a good start.