The "Dawn Brigade"? Was "Palmolive Cadre" taken? "Joy Luck Club" definitely was, I suppose.
Was that a modem sound?
Ring ring.
Hi, this is Bill. My friends call me Bill.
"The President must make a public statement."
Did he say "data mine the call"?
Goodbye, Generic Businessman/Husband #1. All we are is dust in the wind. Duuuust ... in the wind.
[9:26] Goodbye, hipster chick. Oh, holy crap, it's Derrick.
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General note: These commercials are ridiculous.
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[9:31:08] "Terror will be met with terror."
Mrs. Logan sees a connection! (To a bearded pineapple floating in the middle of the Indian Ocean with a poor sense of smell! Find the dollars in the raft!)
Emily isn't buying it. The aide to a crazy lady isn't likely to put her superior deductive skills in use enough to uncover a Government-wide conspiracy. Just saying.
Yo, I need to ID the frequency of the detonator.
Alter Jack's phone to emit another frequency. Also, he doesn't have a soldering iron and isn't Chuck Norris-enough to roundhouse kick the phone into submission.
"This is off protocol isn't it?" (Insert joke about Chloe and Spencer's magical night of Mad Dog and Beenie Weenies.)
"You are the single greatest bandwidth mind in the history of modern science, Skip." "It's Spencer, actually."
The Secret Service detail seem to be a bunch of errand boys, apparently.
"President Logan is old-fashioned that way."
Access is restricted. Um, no you can't borrow it.
"In three seconds, I am going to scream louder than any woman you've ever heard in your life." She's a pistol, that one.
[9:37] That guy is *totally* going to write a book. Soon.
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Shouldn't Curtis know that the main guy should be taken out first?
Dude, say you're thirteen.
Now, I'm choking.
Dude, don't use the "I have a wife." excuse. Tell him you're from a breakaway republic in ... Mongolia.
Well, you're not going to blow them up now.
Submenu. 6339. The phone needs to reboot. The star key. Reflash the ROM?
Was that Dimitri's vest? Yuri? Vlad? Doug? Bruce? Jeff? What's-his-name, the guy with the sideburns?
Run circuit tests on your vests?
Cheesus crust, President Logan is such an ass.
Rewind: "I don't care what it takes... fix it!" Did you *tell* your guy to save a hostage? Jack Bauer? Holy crap!
If you're thinking that Republican Presidents aren't really like this, I've seen people like this on television.
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Heck yeah, you're a death-dealer.
The new Medicare plan sucks, that's why.
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The Secret Service. Nice career choice. Thought you'd be catching counterfeiters, didn't you?
Are you sure my son is alive? I mean, it's totally cool if he got shot in the face.
"Mitch, clean up that mess in the Archive room."
Walt, what an ass.
Some writer likes Aldous Huxley.
Stupid Bill/Walt/Terrorist #1.
Hostages up! There's a fifteen-year-old that Walt somehow knows the details about.
"If you want to save the boy, present yourself now!"
[9:59] Did he call him Faresh?
Jack gets handcuffed like a little punk. Should have shot Derrick himself. (Insert epinephrine joke.)
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I. Love. The. Fox. Local. News.
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It's like every season involves some mole at the White House.
Falls to less than 20%. What the hell kindof math is that.
"Prepare to reconfigure."
Heck yeah, the President is a weak man.
Looks like a hippie getting offed. Looks like a Vietnam-era hippie who's about twenty-three.
What part of "The United States does not negotiate with terrorists." does the President not get?
Jack, tell your buddies to put down their guns and attack us with their bare fists. Tell them we bruise like a peach.
Ruuuudy!!! Let me in for one play, coach!
A central vantage point?
Mr. McGill... Clearly someone is a Bruce McGill fan.
[10:12] "I am in a flank-2 position. Repeat, I am in a flank-2 position" Even to Dave Attell, that should sound like code. Anything that's "I like tacos. Repeat, I like tacos." sounds suspicious.
Flank-2 is a little like Cover-2, but the defensive back doesn't need to spy the tailback in the I-formation.