Episode 14 ( aka "Everything is Lizzington and nothing hurts")

Red: She's breathtakingly unattractive, but she's worth over $40 million. The only Vermeer in private hands.

Lizzie: That's considered a masterpiece? Seriously?

Red: Last night, I got up for a scoop of orange sherbet and she caught my eye. I just stood here in the dark squinting at her. Poor thing ruined my appetite. Even after I went back to bed, all I could hear was the hideous music she must be playing. Didn't sleep a wink.

Red: Your country has become a nation of eavesdroppers. Frequency domains, triangulation, satellites, crypt-o-whatever. You've forgotten that what matters most is human intelligence. Alliances, relationships, seduction. Madeline Pratt is a master at...

Lizzie: *jealousy mode activated* Madeline Pratt? Madeline Pratt...

Red: Is a thief. And a woman of singular talents.

Lizzie: And let me guess: she is one of your ex-girlfriends! And now you want something of hers and you expect the FBI to help you get it.

Red: Jealousy looks good on you!

Lizzie's morality: Jealous? Me? Why will I be jealous?

Red: No reason, sure….. I believe you!

Later…..

Red: This is the Madeline Pratt you all know and love. Politically active. Influential. A good citizen. What you don't know is the Madeline Pratt I love.

Lizzie: Wait…. You love her? Not that I care or something…..

Red: Six million in diamonds stolen from a de beers outpost in the Congo. Security fibers used in printing the Czech koruna taken from a mint in Prague and used to produce counterfeit banknotes. The Madeline Pratt you know fosters relationships with incredibly powerful people. The one you don't, exploits those relationships in ways that impact national security.

Lizzie:*lovestruck*: He looks so good when he talks like this! I'm gonna stare at him forever….. "Oh baby when you talk like that, You make a woman go mad, So be wise and keep on, Reading the signs of my body"

Red: Thieving is not my strongest suit. Luckily, we have an ace of spades among us. Isn't that right, agent Keen? You must be a hell of a thief because you stole my heart from across the room.

Lizzie: Oh, no, he knows!

Lizzie's morality: Deny everything!

Then…

Madeline: I need to know about you. How you respond under pressure. This is an embassy. Security, cameras, armed guards everywhere. One mistake and you go to prison.

Lizzie: Oh, you're the ex? Nice to meet you, I'm the up-grade!

Red: Nicole here is as calm as a Hindu cow. Tell her that story about Frank.

Lizzie: I was 17. There was a drug store. Thursday night, they made bank deposits on Friday. I was the look out. Night manager came back. He forgot his glasses. I gave the signal, but nothing. I'd convinced myself that Frank was the only thing I had in the world, so the night manager was an easy decision. I seduced him into the alley.

Red's libido: I wish I was that manager!

Later…..

Red: Wow! " I've never seen you looking so lovely as you did tonight,

I've never seen you shine so bright"

Lizzie: What are you wearing?

Red: A tuxedo. I'm your plus one!

Lizzie: I'm going onto foreign soil to steal a priceless artifact, with no back up.

Red: You have me! And I'm not going to let anything happen to you!

Lizzie's morality: It's hard not to fall in love with you when you say things like this!

On the dance floor

Red: Shall we?

Lizzie: You can do this, Lizzie! It's not so hard…

Red: Lizzie, I know this must be very difficult for you, but we can't both lead. There's only one rule... pick a partner who knows what he's doing.

Red: "I never really knew that she could dance like this,

She makes a man wants to speak Spanish,

Como se llama (si), bonita (si), mi casa"

Lizzie: How did you know about Omaha?

Red: I didn't. It was a heartwarming story…..the night manager and the alley.

Lizzie's morality: I made it up.

Red: You're not a cop tonight, you're a criminal.

Lizzington shippers: "Is this the real life? Is this just fantasy?"

Anslo Garrick in the afterlife: My OTP!

More later….

Lizzie: " I need a hero, I'm holding on for a hero 'til the end of the night, He's gotta be strong, And he's gotta be fast, And he's gotta be fresh from the fight"

Red: There you are. What the hell happened to you?

Gaymond Reddington aka Sassy Gay Friend: What what what are you doing? You just leave me stranded with that awful Algerian. He's been hitting on me for 20 minutes.

The guard: Sir, this is a secure area!

Lizzie: What the fuck is going on? Please explain!

Gaymond: The things I do for this one. Gallivanting around the globe for your little assignations with you know…Carrying her furs and bikinis as if I wouldn't rather be back in Dutchess county with my shulties. Look at your life, look at your choices! Do you have any idea whose horn this tramp is blowing?

Lizzie: *offended* Excuse me?

Lizzie's morality: Excuse me?

Red:* saves Lizzie*