Charles: Oh, she's so pretty. She looks like the woman on an olive oil bottle.

Charles: Nice job, Cortez. Oh, I touched her boob. I've got to tell Jake!

Sergeant Jeffords: We searched everywhere. No hacker.
Charles: Maybe he camouflaged himself. Maybe he's a real-life Peeta Mellark, out there - looking like a river rock.

Charles: *gasp*
Sorry. Just point at me when you want me to gasp.
Jake: Will do.

Charles: Guys, without Gina, we'll never be able to bend Cyber to our will.
So we need to change tactics. We need to woo them with the international language of friendship. Pork.

Jake: Okay, the door is guarded by the mob. You wanna figure out our plan?
Charles: Already did. Mommy's gonna talk her way in.