NATE: You guys are the most honourable people I have ever met in my life. You’ve become my family. My only family. I won’t forget that. [He turns to Eliot.] Now, get them on the chopper, please. Now! ELIOT: Let’s go. Let’s go, bud. [Eliot leads Parker and Hardison away.] SOPHIE: Nate… NATE: What? Come here. [He kisses her.] SOPHIE: You call me, you tell me you need me, so you can do this? [She slaps him and walks away. Nate crumples.] STERLING: He’s bleeding. Get an ambulance here! FBI AGENT: Who the hell is this guy? STERLING: I don’t know. NATE: My name is Nate Ford. And I am a thief.
NATE: You’re searching for something. SOPHIE: Nate, I…I feel like such an idiot. But I feel a little bit lost right now. NATE: Just take your time. Trust me. SOPHIE: The irony of that… NATE: Trust me. Whatever you need, I’m here for you. Listen, you carried my drunk ass for over a year. You deserve some of the same latitude. SOPHIE: You make a good point. NATE: Now, here is where you say something nice about me. SOPHIE: Don’t ruin the moment.
NATE: Try this. Prison kitchen, six months. SOPHIE: I should’ve had you cook me breakfast a long time ago. NATE: Are we ever going to talk about that kiss? SOPHIE: Kiss? I don’t remember a kiss. I remember a slap. You’re still working off that slap. [The phone rings] NATE: This had better be good.
SOPHIE: Look. She’s beautiful. She’s available. And she’s into you, I can tell. NATE: How could you possibly tell - look. I appreciate what you’re doing - SOPHIE: - And you have things in common - NATE: - I don’t really need this right now - SOPHIE: You definitely have things in common with her! NATE: Like what? SOPHIE: Well, um, she’s a scientist. And, well…um…you’re a bit nerdy, aren’t you? NATE: I’m a bit nerdy? SOPHIE: Food! She works with food! NATE: She works with food. SOPHIE: Well you eat, don’t you?
Leverage, 2x06 - The Top Hat Job
I couldn’t even bring myself to cap Nate’s face - Sophie’s facial expressions are priceless.
NATE: We’re both addicts. SOPHIE: We’re all addicts, Nate. We’re all addicted to our pasts. You still think of us as just criminals. […] There’s always going to be a part of you that thinks you’re better than us.