Alias2001

Sydney Bristow:
[Posing as Anna] So this is why you needed her? Or should I say me?

Arvin Sloane:
In his prophecies, Rambaldi referred to Sydney as the chosen one. He foretold that she would bring forth his final works.

Sydney Bristow:
And you really believe that? That a man who lived five hundred years ago, had intentions for Sydney Bristow?

Arvin Sloane:
Excuse me... I may be mistaken, but I always believed you to be a follower of Rambaldi's works.

Sydney Bristow:
Only when it suits my checkbook. I'm not someone who'll guide my life by some perverted sense of faith. But as long as I have to look like this, I might as well make some use of it. What does Rambaldi want me to do?