CHUCK: Morgan, I can hear you eating potato chips. All right? Open the door.
MORGAN: Can’t do that, Chuck.
CHUCK: This is ridiculous. Why can’t we talk face-to-face?
MORGAN: Just trust me, okay? It’s for your own good.
CHUCK: Oh, is that right? Or is that what Casey told you to tell me?
MORGAN: Hey, hey, the Colonel’s a good man, and he gave me my orders, okay? To lock it down.
CHUCK: Let me in!
MORGAN: Over my dead body, Chuck!
SARAH: How about over your tranqed body?
MORGAN: You were distracting me so she could break in.
MORGAN: Clever girl. Are you using the five-milligram darts?
MORGAN: Please tell Casey I put up a good fight.
(Source: strahaight, via chuck-this-out)