Of course, you won't confirm or deny it, which means I'm probably right, since if I was wrong, you'd be gloating about it.

You get to help people in ways that I can't even imagine. Hell, *you get to help people.*

You people did a good thing.""That's what we do," Nate said quietly.

Age of the geek, baby!

They were handy to have around, Nate's little gang. They were that wonderful combination of talented and noble. The former was useful, while the latter made it so incredibly easy to poke them with a metaphorical stick.

Needle in a haystack's easy - just bring a magnet."Eliot stared witheringly at Hardison. "You take the poetry out of everything.""Says the man who'd just punch the haystack.

What is that *smell*?"Eliot shook his head. "I keep telling you, it's fresh air.

He was convinced that the purse was like that stupid phone booth thing on that TV show Hardison liked: bigger on the inside than the outside.

She's one you *really* care about, isn't she?"Eliot shook his head. "How can you read other people so well, and completely misread me?"Frowning, Sophie asked, "What do you mean?" Looking right into her eyes, Eliot said, "I care about *all* of them.