- Neal, what are you doing?
- What do you think?
- That you're breaking into my home.
- Elizabeth invited me.
- She invited you yesterday, not today.
- Well, but the invitation still stands!
- And who told you that?
- Come on, Peter!
- No.
- Peter.
- No, Neal.
- Ok, can you at least get me out of here?
- You were the one who wanted to come in.
- Yes, exactly, I want to enter your house, not stay stuck under this window.
- Where's Neal Caffrey, the great thief?
- I'm not a thief, and I'm not thieving.
- You already stole something from me.
- Like what?
- Er, nothing.
- Alright, so, are you gonna help me?
- I think I should call the cops.
- Very funny.
- Could you tell me what you are doing here?
- June doesn't want me at her house anymore.
- She wouldn't do that.
- No, she would not. But Mozzie…
- Mozzie?
- I would rather stay away from my place. I mean, he snores while he sleeps.
- What? Was he sleeping with you?
- Yes…No! Not with me, Peter! Oh my god!
- Well, that's what it sounds like.
- He was sleeping on the couch.
- Right.
- Then I came here.
- Do you know that we have a doorbell, right?
- Of course!
- So…?
- Peter, I did not want to be found.
- You would stay at my home, without telling me?
- It was part of the plan: sleep on the couch.
- And for that you try to come through the window.
- Sure! Do you prefer through the fireplace?
- We don't have a fireplace.
- Exactly!
*Peter sighs*
- It's 2am, Neal!
- So, can I come in?
- For God's sake, go home!
- Peter, I've gotten stuck, how do you expect me to go home?
*Peter pulls Neal out*
- See? Thatwasn't so difficult.
- Now, go home.
- Peter…
- NOW!
- Why?
- You are being tracked via GPS, Neal.
- Oh, how astute are you!
*Peter does his bad cop face*
- I don't like that face.
- Don't joke with me, Caffrey.
- Ok, I'm being tracked, so what?
- It's 2am.
- Yes?
- And you're at my house.
- …
- What will Jones and the others think about us?
- They will think that I got stuck in your window?
- NO!
- No?
- Elizabeth's not at home.
- I can see that.
- Neal, can you please use your brain?
- My brain? I always use my brain!
- You're not using it right now.
- What are you saying? … Ah!
- Got it?
- Pretty much.
- Right.
- So, what's the matter?
- What's the matter?
- That's perfectly normal, nowadays.
- I know that.
- Do you hate that kind of thing?
- What? No!
- I mean, are you homophobic?
- CAFFREY!
*Neal stops talking*
- Go to my bed.
- What?
- NOW.
