“Sorry, Carlos. What have you got? (Terri)Plenty of fine wine and silk sheets with a high threat count. (Carlos)”

“You got any experience? (Carlos)I’m former army intelligence, Special Forces, on contract to the U.S. government now for national security. That good enough for you, amigo? (Stoner)It’ll do. (Carlos)”

“What’s the fastest route to the library in Peachtree City? (Carlos)What? You’ve got an overdue book? (Gabrielle)”

“Then what sport do you play?"Carlos puts down his food. Oh, no. He's got a rebellious gleam in his eye as he says, "The horizontal tango."-------------------------------------------"Dancing really isn't a sport," Brandon tells Carlos, oblivious to the shock at the rest of the table."It is when I do it," Carlos says.-------------------------------------------Brandon turns to my dad with big, innocent eyes."Daddy, do YOU know how to do the horizontal tango?”

“(Kiara sees Carlos' bleeding face)"Carlos! Oh my God, what happened?""You still recognize me with a busted-up face. That's a good sign, right?”

“Of course, they haven’t seen your reports yet. (Joe)'They would have if Carlos could have held a gun on the computer to make that piece of shit send an e-mail.’ (Carlos)”