Badge
Spoilers for "Power Play." Disclaimer: Not my characters.
"Where is it, Neal?"
"Where's what?"
"You know what I mean."
"Actually, Peter, I have no idea what you mean."
"Neal. I cannot have you running around New York City with a fake FBI badge."
"Peter, aren't you ever going to show a little faith in me? Frankly, I'm starting to feel very hurt."
"Considering that you made that badge without permission, and that you stole it from me this morning . . ."
"You stole it from me in the first place . . ."
"You weren't supposed to have it in the first place!"
"You know, trust works both ways, Peter. I mean, how do I know I can trust you after the way you lifted that badge off me? A man trained by Mozzie is capable of pretty much anything."
"Neal . . ."
"I know—why don't you steal it back from me? Do you good to get a little more practice. Go on, look around. It could be anywhere around here."
"Neal, I will give you just—"
"Try looking in the sugar canister."
"NEAL!"