-HARDISON: Okay. I found the server with the Moscone surveillance files, room 718.
(Eliot enters the room)
-HARDISON: All you have to do is rip them on my flash drive and run.
-ELIOT: I don’t have to type anything, right?
-HARDISON: No, just plug it in. It does the rest.
-ELIOT: All right, because you know I just learned that…Photoshop thing you taught me.
-HARDISON: I- I know. Baby steps.
-ELIOT: So I just plug it in…(He opens a door and finds a bunch of cassette tapes)
-HARDISON: Now, audio files, they can take a little while to burn, but the servers are pretty loud, so that should give you some cover.
-ELIOT: It’s…tapes.
-HARDISON: Wha- Hold. Wait, did you just say tapes?
-ELIOT: I just said tapes!
-HARDISON: Cassette tapes?
-ELIOT: Your little thing? It’s not gonna work!
-HARDISON: At least you ain’t got to type nothing!
-ELIOT: Hardison, how am I supposed to get out of the FBI offices with a box full of surveillance tapes? Huh?
-HARDISON: Punch somebody!
-ELIOT: Oh…I’m gonna punch somebody.

Leverage; 1.07 - The Wedding Job