Quid pro quo you deserve better from me.

(about Evan) There's no stopping him when he's like this. The bylaws for our treehouse were 8 pages long...and it was an imaginary treehouse.

You're seduced by anyone with an entourage.

Evan: I love ya.
Hank: Like you.

Boris: Life isn't always simple.
Hank: But death is.

Hank: I need a bottle of vodka, a very sharp, pointed knife, uh, a Bic pen, a sandwich baggie and some duct tape.
Libby: Sandwich baggie, duct tape. Who are you? MacGyver?