Matt: Jim Blonde, MI6's most notorious secret agent.
Jason: What happened? Where am I? Where's Olivia?
Whitney: I'm here, Jim.
Matt: That is enough question from you, mister Blonde. All that you need know is that I am in possession of nuclear submarine. My plan is nearly complete. All that I require now are the launch codes, which conveniently are in your head.
Whitney: Don't give them to him, Jim.
Jason: Don't worry, my darling. I'd die before I told him anything.
Matt: I thought you might say that, mister Blonde, but I am nevertheless confident that you can still be persuaded.
Jason: Is that a scale?
Matt: Very good, mister Blonde.
Jason: Is that supposed to intimidate me?
Matt: Not at all. It's effect is intended for her.
Matt: Get her onto scale.
Matt: Social networking is quite a marvel, isn't it? Information is shared as fast as it takes to click button.So, my dear, I think it should only take few minutes for entire world to know your exact weight.That is, of course, unless you give me code.
Whitney: This is your threat? How insecure do you think I am? Give him the code, Jim.
Whitney: Give it to him, Jim.
Jason: Olivia, you can't just…
Whitney: Jim, please, there's no time to argue, just give him what he wants!
Jason: Olivia, calm down, think of all the people who will die!
Matt: This does not have to get ugly, mister Blonde. All I want is code.
Jason: Am I the only one who thinks this isn't a big deal?
Whitney: No! No, please! Please! Please!
Matt: This can all end now, mister Blonde, she need not suffer any longer.
Jason: Olivia, this isn't real, it's all in your head!
Whitney: Jim, please, please just give him what he wants.
Matt: What will it be, Jim? Are you prepared to sit there and let her pay ultimate price?
Jason: Ultimate price? What do you weigh, like 140 pounds, I mean 120, 90 pounds?
Matt: Never guess weight.
Whitney: No! No, please! Please! No!
Jason: Wait! I'll give them to you.
Matt: Let's have it.
Jason: 1 - 1 - 1.
Matt: That is worst code ever. Put her back in chair and meet me at warheads. Do svidaniya, mister Blonde.
Mallory: Jim, Jim. Do you read me?
Jason: She must be trying to contact me on my satellite watch. M, do you copy?
Mallory: Yes, are you in trouble?
Jason: Unfortunately, I gave up the launch codes to prevent Olivia's weight from being disclosed to the world. I can't believe I've done this. M, do you copy?
Mallory: You made the right call, Jim.
|Season 1 Episode 8|
| ~ Prop Switch (transcript) ~|
~ Spencer Goes to Class (transcript) ~
~ How Are You Feeling (transcript) ~
~ Third Wheel Song (lyrics) ~
~ Weighty Matters (transcript) ~
~ Shoulder Devil (transcript) ~