Alias2001

Jack Bristow:
[Hangs up phone] As if weapon grade anthrax grows on trees.

[to Vaughn]

Jack Bristow:
What is it?

Michael Vaughn:
Oh if this is a bad time I can...

Jack Bristow:
No, please. After dealing with that Chechnyan lunatic for the past couple of hours, whatever business you have will be a welcome relief.

Michael Vaughn:
[Vaughn smirks to himself and walks towards jack desk] Well we've umm... I know you're a man who... I know you're a man who respects tradition. As... as do I. And...

Jack Bristow:
Please just get to the point agent Vaughn.

Michael Vaughn:
I'm gonna ask Sydney to marry me and I'd like your blessing.

Jack Bristow:
Perhaps you believe my recent illness rendered me less incoherent than before or that my cogitative faculties have been somehow dulled or diminished. Allow me to clarify the facts for you Mr. Vaughn. While I've come to believe that you're not as useless as I first imagined. I still don't feel you have...

[They are interrupted by loud sirens]