Sam: I heard some movement outside, and I was hoping the S.W.A.T., team was getting ready to come in here and ow your head off.
James: You know, this impulsive streak of yours must keep your boyfriend on his toes. But I should warn you that you should be wise to exercise some restraint. After all, you have eight demerits.
Elizabeth: Demerits?
James: Oh, well, did I fail to mention that we're all operating on a point system here? Each act of willful disobedience gets a demerit. Sweet Sam has four, for hitting the silent alarm and locking up the vault, two more for trying to take the mask off my head without my permission, and two more for pulling that unt with the knife. I should warn you, Sweet Sam, 10 demerits and you die. Well, we have less than three hours before the vault opens. Would anyone please tell Sweet Sam what will happen if a S.W.A.T., team comes to do an extraction of hostages before the vault opens? Anybody? Please? Hmm? Speak up, or she gets two more demerits.
Emily: The lobby's rigged with explosives on a 60-second delay. If the S.W.A.T., team tries to enter the lobby, you would trigger the detonator before we had a chance to escape.
James: Oh, wow. Bravo, Intern Emily. Two credits and a gold star. I was hoping that you'd become the teacher's pet.
Robin: Patrick?
Emily: Robin? Honey, he's waiting right outside. How are you feeling?
Robin: Uh -- pain's back. It's just it's -- I don't know. It's different than before.
Emily: How?
Robin: Oh -- like it's coming from far away.
Nikolas: You just need to hang on a little longer, okay?
Robin: You know how much blood I lost in me.
Emily: Robin, you're going to live. You've come too far to give up now.
Robin: If you guys get the chance to get out of here, don't waste one second you have together. Just forget about everything that's been in the way and just -- just be happy.
Nikolas: I promise.
Emily: Promise.
Seven: Come on, Padre. Do it for your loser brother. Be a good priest -- turn the other cheek. I dare you.
Seven groans.
Six: Don't move.