tara finishing nate’s drink so she wouldn’t have to deal with his bullshit and get him upstairs asap? iconic
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Parker: So, is he gonna be okay?
Nate: Uh, they don't know.
Tara: Okay, this guy's a cop. You're thieves.
Nate: I'm not a thief! Bonnano is the cop that we tip off when we need to put the cuffs on a mark
we about to see nate turn a 180 in the next episode
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Hardison: That's public corruption. There's practically no files on that thing.
Nate: That's it.
Hardison: No, no, these other two files -- they -- they involve violent criminals. This one -- this - it's government corruption.
Nate: No, no, no, no, no. No, no, no. That's it. That's it. Just...Check the shooting. Put up the scene. Okay, so, Bonnano - he goes to a remote location, alone, no backup. That means he knows his attackers and he's not expecting any trouble. Now, what did you just say? You said no files on it? So, Bonnano was keeping this investigation off the books.
Tara: Explains a secret meeting. Off hours, away from any witnesses.
Eliot: Cops are looking in the wrong place
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Tara: So, what's our angle here? I haven't been with you guys very long, but taking someone down for attempted murder isn't something you normally do.
Nate: Listen, we come at him like any other mark. We flip over a rock in this guy's backyard, see what jumps out
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[Bonnano’s House]
Eliot: Yeah, we're heading in now. You spend your weekends making these things, don't you?
Hardison: Yes, I do, and does anybody appreciate that?
[City Hall]
Parker: I do. I like the costumes. I wish I was there.
[Reelection Campain Event]
Parker, we need someone to sweep the mayor's office while he's here at the fundraiser.
[City Hall]
Parker: Fine. But I never get to do anything fun. (jumps off building)
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Hardison: Hey. We are gonna search every inch of this carpet.
Cop: What am I looking for?
Hardison: Fibers, damn it. Fibers. And you -- you go search the bedroom and the bathroom for DNA. Get me a toothbrush, a hairbrush. I don't care if it's a nose trimmer. You bag it, tag it, and send it to the lab.
Cop: Um, th-- this carpet's made of fibers.
Hardison: Well, we're looking for other fibers -- suspicious fibers, fibers of crime. Damn! What'd they teach you at the academy, boy?! On my nerves.
eliot has to hide his smile when attention was turned to him ,,, he was lowkey very amused by hardison’s “fibers” shtick
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Tara (walking away): You can handle this. Just feed them a story.
Parker: No, I can't do that. I mean, I can, but Sophie usually walks me through this.
Tara: Okay, take a deep breath. If you're uncomfortable, use it. Make them feel uncomfortable. Here's what you tell them.
Secretary: Who are you?
Parker: Peggy Marwood. Friend of Brad's.
Secretary: You can't just barge in here. Do you have an appointment?
Parker: Yeah, actually, I do. That's what this is all about. I sort of missed my appointment, if you know what I mean. (patting her stomach) Yeah. I, uh, sort of, uh, met Brad at the, uh...
Tara: National Mayors conference.
Parker: ...National Mayors conference...
Tara: In Vegas....
Parker: In Vegas... about six to eight weeks ago. Is that his family? (picks up picture from desk) Oh, they don't have any weird genetic...Things, do they?
Secretary: I'm sorry. The mayor didn't mention anything to me about this.
Tara: All right, now make her think you're gonna leave.
Parker: No problem. I'm just gonna go sit out there with everybody, and I might need a wastebasket, though, 'cause I'm feeling a little (gags) you know what I mean?
Secretary: No! You should wait in here... Okay....In that chair right there, away from everyone who might... see you.
Parker: Thanks. (to Tara) I owe you one.
Tara: Now, see? Trusting me is not so bad (parker smiles and gets up)
that’s very smart ??? iconic
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Tara: I don't know. Culpepper doesn't strike me as the type to order a hit, especially on something like a graft case. What's the big deal, you know? You get caught, you go on TV with your wife, you cry, you get re-elected.
Parker: Yeah, it's the American way.
Tara: Exactly.
Hardison: Nah, this guy’s been caught in the middle of a dozen corruption cases. Each time, he's walked away, and somebody else took the fall. This guy does not get caught.
call! america! OUT!!!
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Nate: Classic con -- hook, pinch, and flip.
Tara: Hook the mayor with the idea we're gonna build a ballpark here on all this land that he owns.
Nate: That's right, and then pinch him for a bribe to guarantee he gets the action. Hardison tells me he runs a lot of gray money through his re-election campaign, so he'll take the bribe out of his re-election funds.
Tara: Which is a federal offense. All right, so once we nail the mayor for the bribe...
Nate: The flip, right? Yeah, when the heat comes down, whoever shot Bonnano cuts a deal, the mayor goes down
so now we know the hook, pinch, flip
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Hardison: You got drafted in the sixth round right out of high school. Had a cup of coffee in the royals organization. Then you bounced around the minors, you bounced around the world, and, as we can see here, you made a very popular commercial for an energy drink in Japan.
Eliot (on screen): Super happy power go!
Hardison: It took me 13 hours.
Eliot: There's only one problem. I don't like baseball.
Hardison: What? E-everybody likes baseball.
Eliot: I don't like baseball, man. All right? I don't like any sport you can't score on defense. Football, hockey, even basketball, but baseball?
Hardison: I'm not even talking to you. (walks away)
Eliot: It's boring. Hey, wait. Can you play the commercial?
Eliot (on screen): Super happy power go
chaotic boyfriends
also this is literally my favorite thing ever ,,, eliot enjoys the video so much
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Eliot: Yeah, that's right, run away. Faster you start panicking, the faster I can get out of here. (swings at ball, nearly hits the pitcher)
Pitcher: Whoa!
Eliot: This time with a little more heat.
his bashful lil smile when he realizes he might actually like baseball? he’s baby, your honor
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Parker (into phone): Los Beavers me han entristecido con su traicion, Esteban.
Hardison: You speak Spanish?
Parker: Si.
Hardison: Seriously?
another one of parker’s MANY hidden talents
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Culpepper: Oh. Oh, be still my heart -- If my heart were somewhere in my pants. This is a thing of beauty.
Aid: He's building a ballpark?
Culpepper: A riverfront ballpark.
two words: y’all NASTY
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eliot’s hair in this one is MAJESTIC
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[Crowd chanting “Roy” in the background]
Nate: All right, good news, bad news.
Tara: Good news?
Nate: The mayor's hooked. We're in the pinch.
Tara: Bad news?
Nate: I think we lost Eliot until the playoffs.
+ y’all best believe I hc that parker and hardison managed to go to one of their practices/games before the con was over
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Eliot: You left early, man. Huh? Bottom of the ninth.
Hardison: Excuse your rudeness. I'm explaining the con. It's very complicated.
Eliot: Really? The mayor gives us a check, and we deposit it in some company you connected back to him. Looks like he's embezzling from his campaign funds. Bottom of the ninth, man. I hit a walk-off single, man. Crowd goes nuts.
Hardison: But that's -- that's not all there is, okay? We got -- there's - there's the Bonnano thing.
Eliot: What? We give Bonnano’s notes to the newspaper, man? They named a sandwich after me at T.J. Philbin's.
Parker: Ohh. Ooh.
Eliot: Huh?
Hardison: I'll give it to you, man. The sandwich thing is pretty cool. Is this a hoagie?
Eliot: No, man, it's a Reuben.
THEY DID THEIR HANDSHAKE!!! we love to see the ot3 in action
+ parker’s wearing a flannel again
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Guard: Hey, aren't you Roy Chappell? Yeah, you hit the game-winner yesterday for the beavers. I was there with my kid.
Eliot: I did.
Guard: What are you doing here?
Eliot: It's Triple-A ball, so I got to have a day job, you know? Excuse me. Sorry. (closes door)
Guard (through window): Oh, hey, Roy? You mind? (hands him paper and pen) It's for my kid.
Culpepper: No, I don't mind, man.
Guard: All right. Thanks, Roy.
Hardison: Who are you right now?
Eliot: Hey, man, what do you want me to do?
Hardison: Huh? Seriously?
Eliot: Like a role model.
Hardison: Seriously?
Eliot: What? It's not my fault
HES SO HAPPY
also hardison nobody missed your little smile and thumbs up in the background when the guy approached eliot,,, we see your secret pride for him
this was a great happy eliot + hardison interaction
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(nearby agent’s phone rings, Nevin’s answers)
Nevins: Who is it? Who's this?
Hardison: You come in, and we'll kill all the hostages.
Nevins: What hostages?
Hardison: Oh, you thought the mayor was the only one? No, look, we got a whole Sunday school of people up in here. We got old folks, we got nuns, and we got explosives. You come in, you make headlines. (hangs up)
Nevins: We got any eyes in there?
Agent: No.
Nevins: Any cameras?
Agent: Nothing.
Nevins (into radio): All right, we hold! We hold! They're not going anywhere. Call for backup. I want bomb squads, full assault team, snipers. They want to play rough... We play rough
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Eliot: Look, he needs a distraction.
Parker: We did just find a box of ammo and explosives. Boom. I'm just saying.
Eliot: The problem is in the delivery.
Hardison: And a detonator.
(Parker and Eliot turn to look at truck)
Hardison: No. Mnh-mnh. No. Mnh-mnh-mnh-mnh. Mnh-mnh. Mnh-mnh. Look, mnh-mnh. Not Lucille. Not Lucille! She all I got left. (Points to Parker, then Eliot) Don't you do it to me. Get that look out your eye.
(Parker and Eliot begin unloading the truck)
Hardison: You ain't got to be so happy about it, Eliot. You always had it in for my van. You always had it in for Lucille. You said she smells. She don't stink. It's just...An odor
parker and eliot were SO in sync when they both turned around at the same time
and also we love to see the ot3 being chaotic and framed together
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parker kissed lucielle’s back door before they blew it up she has A HEART YOUR HONOR AND ITS RIGHT THERE FOR US TO SEE
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(Hardison directs the van toward the warehouse with remote control)
Hardison: I've always been and forever shall be your friend.
awww baby
also apparently this was a star trek reference
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Sterling: Oh, I wouldn't say that. (holds up badge) James Sterling... Interpol. Just rolls off the tongue, doesn't it?
