Alias, Season 3

Sydney:
Where's my father? Or . . . or my mom - have you heard from her since Mexico City? Vaughn said Will's alive. If there was a fire in my apartment, if he thought I was dead, then how did Will survive? Where is he?

Dixon:
Sydney ...

Sydney:
And Francie - is she dead? Did they find her body, too?

Dixon:
I know you have a million questions, but ...

Sydney:
I have a lot more than a million questions! I wish I only had a million questions!

Sydney:
They told me you were charged with resisting authority. Dad, I don't understand.

Jack:
I became obsessed with your death; with finding those responsible. And at a certain point in my pursuit, I needed help. So I contacted the one person I believed I could trust, given the circumstances...your mother.

Sydney:
You were working with Mom?

Jack:
At the time, she was number 6 on the CIA's most wanted list. The National Security Council, primarily ... Robert Lindsey. You met him?

Sydney:
Yes.

Jack:
He discovered that I was collaborating with your mother, so he threatened me, questioned my allegiance to this country. He chose to make an example of me - an NSC power play. And here we are.

Jack:
Vaughn what?

Sydney:
He got married.

Jack:
Michael Vaughn is just a boy who was never good enough for you.

Sloane:
You remember the Rambaldi device? The machine designed 500 years ago by a prophet? All I did was bring all the pieces together and have it assembled. And when I turned it on, it delivered a message, as I suspected it would. I wasn't prepared for what it said. The message was just one word, one simple word: peace. The epiphany I had at that moment . . . suddenly I saw all the mistakes I'd made, the pain I had inflicted on the world, the people I loved. So I chose right then and there to give information to the CIA with which they were able to dismantle at least two dozen terrorist cells.

Sydney:
I don't know how you convinced the CIA that you're trustworthy . . .

Sloane:
Why don't you check my files?

Sydney:
I know you too well. I don't buy any of it.

Vaughn:
I came by to see how you were.

Sydney:
Are you kidding me?

Vaughn:
No, I just wanted to make sure that you're-

Sydney:
You didn't come by to see how I am. You came by to see how you were, because you know what you did, you want to make sure you're okay.

Vaughn:
I buried you. Consider that for one second.

Sydney:
Don't use rational thought as a defense with me, not after all you and I have seen. Vaughn, you and I live and breathe madness every day on the job. There is no rational thought. I can't pretend to have a conversation about anything else with you. What it comes down to is faith. What I was hoping you'd say was, "I gave up on us, I lost faith." But what you came here for was closure, and there is not a chance you are getting that from me. I'm not gonna say I understand. I'm not gonna sympathize with you, and tell you how hard this must be for you. But you wanna know how I am? I am horrible! Vaughn, I am ripped apart. And not because I lost you, but because if it had been me, I would've waited. I would've found the truth. I wouldn't have given up on you. And now I realize what an absolute waste that would've been.

Weiss:
[helping Sydney move] You're sure you're okay with this? I mean, are you going to be all right? By yourself?

Sydney:
I just can't wrap my head around it. I mean, Francie's been dead for two years, but I feel like I saw her a few days ago. And now that Will is in the witness protection, I can't even contact him. All my friends are just . . . gone.

Weiss:
Not all your friends.

Jack:
[to Sloane] Personally I would have found it anti-climactic that after expecting to assemble a weapon of ultimate power you found a revelation you could have acquired from a fortune cookie.

Sark:
If I'm to understand what you're saying, you have no idea where you've been for the last two years. . . . None? . . . Unbelievable! I'm sorry, I don't mean to laugh, it's just . . . I'm speechless. Sydney, if Sloane had intended to abduct you, I wasn't privy to it.

Sydney:
What if I said I still don't believe you?

Sark:
I'd say it'd make no difference. In twenty-four hours I'll be free, and . . . you'll remain in the dark.

Lindsey:
Who the hell do you think you are!?

Sydney:
I'm the person who's going to hold you accountable if they kill him!

Lindsey:
Oh, you're going to hold me responsible!?

Sydney:
Did I stutter?

...

Lindsey:
If you're finished, this is the men's room.

Sydney:
Who let you in?

Vaughn:
The other day you said I gave up on us because I didn't have faith, that some how you didn't mean enough to me.

Sydney:
When I said that I was...

Vaughn:
No - let me finish. After you died, I used to talk to you, like you were still around, literally out loud. Whole conversations about nothing: the weather, should I get a new car? should I have another drink? Then one day you started answering. I mean I could hear you in my head, like you were right next to me Sydney. We all know rationally I was a guy who stayed up nights, drinking, talking to his dead girlfriend. Still, I couldn't stop. So before you tell me that you can handle my coming back to the CIA, there are two things you need to know. First, is that I was so in love with you - it nearly killed me. And second, I don't regret moving on with my life.

Lauren:
The risks you are describing have already been factored into our analysis. And as for SD-6, the Alliance doesn't exist anymore . . .

Sydney:
Well, the only reason that SD-6 and the Alliance broke down is because Arvin Sloane, a man the White House pardoned by the way, wanted them to! So do me a favor and don't revise history that I lived through!

Vaughn:
All right, enough! Sark was an inch away from initiating a nuclear exchange, and that was only Phase One. Capturing Sark, while it might put a smile on my face, will do nothing to shut down the Covenant.

Sydney:
I haven't even asked anyone how they met.

Weiss:
Are you asking me? The NSC was wrapping up the case on your mom ...uh, we were all deposed ... Lauren was the one asking the questions. They hit it off.

...

Sydney:
Was everyone there? Dixon? Marshall . . . ?

Weiss:
Syd, she's a good person. I'm not trying to rub it in, but I ... I don't want to be dishonest.

Lauren:
We need access to the bunker; Sloane can get it for us. If we can use him, I don't see why we --

Sydney:
Maybe you haven't been lucky enough to have firsthand experience with that psychopath . . .

Vaughn:
She brokered his deal.

Sydney:
What?

Lauren:
I was part of the team that arranged for Sloane's pardon.

Vaughn:
Look, none of us have any illusions about Sloane. The only reason he was given a pardon is because he provided us with intel that led to the destruction of terrorist cells ...

Sloane:
Mr. Vaughn. You know, I remember how close you were with Sydney. I'm sure you share my relief in having her back.

Sydney:
[to Sloane] You've made your obligations clear, now let me clarify mine. I am obliged to extract immeasurable pain from you the moment you are no longer a valuable source of intel for the CIA. Personally, I hope you don't help us out...

Sloane:
[to Lauren] I must admit, I was concerned for you when Sydney resurfaced. I remembered seeing her with Vaughn: their relationship reminded me of my own with my late wife. It was the kind of bond that even death cannot sever. Hmmm. Well, apparently I misjudged.

Vaughn:
I've never worked with anyone who can improvise better than you can . . . but when Simon called you Julia ... your reaction ... You didn't seem surprised.

Sydney:
Vaughn--

Vaughn:
No. Tell me what's going on. Look, I know we're not where we were, but even before then, professionally, we never kept secrets from each other. I'm still on your side ...

Sydney:
You're right: we're not where we were. And trust me when I tell you, I am doing you a favor by keeping you out of it.

Jack:
Vaughn's been quizzing me about "Julia." I tried shutting down his inquiry, but apparently something you said has made that impossible.

Sydney:
All I said was that I couldn't talk about it.

Jack:
Which, of course, has only piqued his interest.

Sydney:
I can't afford to make a distinction between professional and personal - not in my life. I mean, this job took two years from me. Everything is personal.

Walker:
Tell me who the hell you're working for!

Sydney:
I'm working for myself, you son of a bitch!

Sydney:
A member of Walker's team caught Michael; I still don't know how. Walker ID'd him as CIA --

Lauren:
-- and stabbed him and left him for dead. I already know all this. It's in the briefing. Thank you.

Sydney:
Lauren, that's not . . . Walker had a gun to Michael's head. He was about to pull the trigger. I took his knife . . . I stabbed him myself.

Lauren:
I don't know about you, but I can't work to the best of my abilities while wondering whether or not I'm being polite enough to my husband's ex-girlfriend.

Sydney:
You don't need to be polite with me. We're both past formalities.

Lauren:
Then I'll be blunt. I want you to request a transfer to another field office.

...

Sydney:
I know we're being blunt, but was that a threat? You don't have the authority to have me transferred.

Lauren:
The NSC will support me, when they learn that our working together is compromising their fight against the Covenant.

Lauren:
You've told Bomani you'd work for the Covenant?

Sloane:
Yes. And now I'm telling you that I'm in the position to be a double agent. Working for the Covenant but loyal to the CIA ...What is it, Sydney?

Sydney:
[in disbelief] This is classic ...

Marshall:
Now as far as our technology can detect - and these are next gen tests, as high-end as it gets - he's not lyin', folks.

Sydney:
If there's someone who can fool those tests, it's Sloane.

Marshall:
Yeah, well, in theory, yes. But in practice, he'd really have to be using the next gen's next gen lie detector defeating tech, which frankly, even I can't imagine.

Sydney:
Okay. Just so someone has said it: in the past two years, Sloane has obtained a pardon based mainly on the capture of a criminal who is now free. In addition, Sloane will be allowed to openly participate in Covenant activities, based on the promise that he will inform us of those activities. One could argue that he's just pulled off the con job of the century.

Lauren:
It also appears that Bomani will kill Sloane if we interfere with his plans.

Sydney:
And who here would lose sleep over that?

Sloane:
I miss LA. I miss Emily. I miss the friendship with your father. [sighs] I miss your confidence and trust. Perhaps, I can get it back someday?

Sydney:
You will never have my confidence and trust ... or my father's friendship and respect ... ever.

Vaughn:
It's been three weeks since I learned that Sydney murdered Lazarey ... I've been lying to my wife for three weeks.

Weiss:
Vaughn, I know guys who've lied to their wives for a lot longer than that.

Vaughn:
You understand that the reason your brother didn't like talking to you is because you say stupid things, right?

Sloane:
Sydney, I was very pleased when Dixon said you'd agreed to be my handler.

Sydney:
It was an assignment, not an agreement - the way a janitor doesn't agree to clean a toilet. But as your handler, you'll do as I say, when I say it. I select your assignments; I design your missions. I control you, not the other way around.

Sloane:
Is that what you used to let Vaughn do? Control you?

...

Sydney:
You will set up a meeting with Sark and Allison. You'll explain to them that their travel plans have been compromised. You'll then offer them assistance in revising their arrangements.

Sloane:
And pass the information along to you.

Sydney:
That won't be necessary. You'll be wearing a wire.

Sloane:
And if they discover that it's a setup?

Sydney:
Then I get to hear them kill you.

Marshall:
I don't know if you've noticed, but, uh…I'm not that smooth around the ladies, well, in fact, I'm a little awkward. Well, I mean, let's face it: You got the looks and I got the brains, but look, I wanted to propose to Carrie, so I came up with an idea, and I was hoping you could give me some objective feedback.

Vaughn:
I got the looks, you got the brains!?

Weiss:
This is why people from the CIA should not get married to people from the NSC, man. Don't poop where you sleep...

Vaughn:
Thanks a lot.

Sloane:
By the way, you look beautiful.

Sydney:
Spare me.

Sloane:
You know, Sydney, we should dance.

Sydney:
Like hell.

Sloane:
There was a time you trusted me.

Sydney:
That was before I knew who you were . . . That was before I knew who I was.

Vaughn:
You killed Javier Perez, you son of a bitch!

Jack:
You've just returned from a traumatic experience, Mr. Vaughn. You're understandably emotional, which would explain your baseless accusation.

Vaughn:
You're right, I am emotional. I get that way when I see a gun pressed to my wife's temple!

Jack:
Ours is a risky business.

Vaughn:
If you ever put my wife's life in danger again, I will kill you!

Jack:
Then perhaps you finally understand the moral compromises you'll make when someone you love is in danger.

Jack:
Sloane gave you a key, which he claims was sent to him some time before you woke up in Hong Kong.

Sydney:
Yeah, his claim was pretty convincing: it was written in my handwriting.

...

Jack:
Remember when I told you that during the time you were missing, I contacted your mother? That cipher text was encoded using a method that she devised.

Sydney:
What does this mean? That I was in contact with Mom during the two years I was gone?

Sydney:
If the NSC wants to find me, they will. Look, I was someone else for two years, Vaughn - someone I don't even remember. What am I supposed to do now? Spend the rest of my life in hiding?

Vaughn:
Between that and a lobotomy, there isn't a choice!

Sydney:
I can't keep running forever.

Vaughn:
I'll do everything I can to make sure you won't have to.

Sydney:
Vaughn, why are you doing this? My life is already a disaster ... now yours is, too.

Vaughn:
What happened between us - everything. The way it is ... isn't anyone's fault, Sydney. And even though everything's changed, some things don't. I'm not gonna lose you twice.

Lauren:
Under authority of the National Security Council, Robert Lindsey has instructed me to relieve you of duty as director of this task force until he arrives to assume control.

Dixon:
On what grounds?

Lauren:
Obstruction of justice. Willingly conspiring to impede an international investigation into the murder of Andrian Lazarey.

...

Lauren:
These premises are to be locked down until Lindsey arrives with Federal Agents. That means, until such time, nobody leaves.

Dixon:
I take it you have Sydney in custody.

Lauren:
Not yet. But we know where she is.

Jack:
We're waiting for Sloane.

Vaughn:
You called Sloane on this?

Jack:
You and I will be the prime suspects behind any attempt to free Sydney from NSC custody. Sloane has agreed to make it seem as if it were the work of the Covenant. Do I trust him on this? Not necessarily.

Lauren:
But Sydney's made it very clear she doesn't remember anything.

Lindsey:
But when we searched her flat in Rome, we found a coded message taped to the underside of her desk. Now, if she can decode that message, it may help us infiltrate or even take down the Covenant.

Lauren:
What if she doesn't recognize the code?

Lindsey:
As long as she demonstrates a willingness to cooperate, that surgery will be nothing more than a threat.

...

Lauren:
No, I'm sorry, but if I'm going to chronicle our treatment of Sydney Bristow, I need to see how she's being treated.

Lindsey:
How do you suppose it was that Sydney Bristow knew to flee the country before she was even aware the NSC wanted to take her into custody?

Vaughn:
The fact that you're letting me see this place means: it's not your only one, is it?

Jack:
You're smarter than you look.

Sloane:
You and Sydney still believe I'm pursuing some hidden agenda. Now, whatever you may perceive that agenda to be, clearly it would be easier to obtain if you were both dead, given that you're my most vocal detractors - my most capable antagonists.

Jack:
Or you need us for something. Something you believe only we can provide.

...

Sloane:
You and Sydney are my absolution, my penance. You're all I have left.

Campbell:
[to Sydney] Your personality profile reveals your one major weakness: empathetic suffering is harder for you to sustain than physical torture. So ... thanks for caring.

...

Sydney:
You better make sure I'm a vegetable when you're done with me...

Sydney:
What happens if what we're looking for isn't metal?

Jack:
Then we're screwed; it isn't an unfamiliar situation.

Lauren:
I know how hard this might be for you ...

[Sydney punches her.]

Sydney:
That was for turning me in to Lindsey.

Brazzel:
Be aware that if you encounter a new memory, it might be traumatic.

Sydney:
But it won't necessarily be real.

Brazzel:
Oh, it will be to you.

Sydney:
I can't help it, I just miss you. I do.

Vaughn:
You know we can't do this.

Sydney:
Give me a break, it's a dream - we can do whatever we want. At least, I can.

Jack:
You're sure the DNA matched Lazarey's?

Lauren:
Yes. Which means that Sydney did not kill him - Lindsey has nothing on her. She can come home.

Vaughn:
If you betray her, I swear to you no matter what it costs me, I will kill you.

Sloane:
No need to worry, Agent Vaughn. I love her too.

Jack:
I didn't bring this up to start a petty fight. The fact is, you and I have something in common. We both suffered through the death of the woman we loved only to discover that she was still alive. I know, it's hard. But this isn't about you. And I will not allow my daughter to become your mistress.

Vaughn:
If that's where you think my concern for Sydney is headed, then you are even more cynical than I thought.

...

Jack:
If lightning strikes, Mr. Vaughn, and you and I get to walk free again, if you care about my daughter as you claim to, then push her away. Be cruel if you have to. Make her despise you because your kindness tortures her. I can see it, what it does to her. And I won't have it.

Hotel Clerk:
Checking in?

Will:
[in a British accent, dressed as a rock star] Of course. I'm here, she's here. We made it.

Hotel Clerk:
And you are ... ?

Sydney:
We're the next big thing.

...

Sydney:
It was a little over the top.

Will:
Over the top? I'm wearing seat covering, there is no "over the top."

...

Will:
You have to admit, my accent was pretty good. It was, like, early Stones.

Sydney:
I thought it was Australian.

Will:
I thought if I had the chance, ending her life would be satisfying. You know, there'd be closure ... It's just as empty as the dreams. It's horrible. There's no ... satisfaction. There's nothing.

Sydney:
You're part of this?

Kendall:
Well, that all depends on which part you're referring to.

Sydney:
You're Covenant.

Kendall:
No, no, no. That wouldn't go over too well at home.

Kendall:
We need to talk about the past two years.

Sydney:
As you may be aware, Mr. Kendall, I have no recollection of that time.

Kendall:
But I do.

...

Sydney:
You've known all this time . . .

Kendall:
Yep.

Sydney:
Then why haven't you said anything?

Kendall:
Because you asked me not to.

Sydney:
Can you locate the cube?

Marshall:
Well, no, not exactly, but I can narrow it down to a ten-yard radius.

Sydney:
Marshall, that's called locating it.

Dixon:
The day you showed up in Rome - when you called in - they put you through to Kendall? I was there that day, in the office. When he hung up, he told me that it was you. Sydney, I've known the truth about what happened to you, and I was ordered to say nothing.

Sydney:
Dixon, we've been working together for months.

Dixon:
It's not easy, is it? Keeping the truth from someone you love. Now I have an idea what it was like for you at SD-6.

Sydney:
You're coming with us?

Dixon:
Of course I am: it's personal for me too.

Sydney:
I've done everything I can to try to make this ridiculous situation work. You, me and Lauren working in the same office--

Vaughn:
Yeah, and I have tried to walk around with this fake smile on my face, pretending everything was fine, just the way it use to be. That's not working for me anymore.

Sydney:
This is it. When we get back, one of us has to go.

Sydney:
[to Vaughn] Have I offended you in some way, like showing up and disrupting the perfect little life you had?

Jack:
Tell me, which of Irina's sisters are you? Elena or Yekatarina?

Katya:
I haven't been Yekatarina since I was a child. My sisters call me Katya. Which means Irina wasn't the one who told you about me.

Jack:
Learning that your wife is actually a Russian spy drives you to learn all you can about her true identity.

...

Katya:
As observant as you are, you were married to my sister for five years without suspecting who she really was: her love must have been intoxicating.

Sloane:
[to Jack] I remember years ago, I was working at SD-6. I was on my way to a meeting in Berlin. It was a typical day - except K-Directorate made an attempt on my life. As I opened my car door, a sniper shot came out of nowhere. The bullet grazed my neck. Actually left a burn mark. . . . You never forget what that feels like - to barely escape with your life.

Vaughn:
We're not gonna make it out of here. There's something I need you to know.

Sydney:
Vaughn...

Vaughn:
In my life, there's only one person...

Sydney:
Don't do this.

Vaughn:
Look at me.

Sydney:
Vaughn...

Vaughn:
The only reason I pushed you away...

Sydney:
Please...

Vaughn:
The only reason I didn't know how to be around you...

[hear marching]

Sydney:
They're coming.

Vaughn:
Sydney...

Sydney:
I know, Vaughn. I know. We'll find each other. We always find each other.

Vaughn:
Do you think you can be in love with two people at the same time?

Weiss:
No, I don't. However I did have the same intense feelings for both Sporty and Posh Spice.

Vaughn:
Yeah, who didn't?

Carrie:
I want us to be to married before the baby is born.

Weiss:
What? We haven't got a minister!

Marshall:
It's okay! I can ordain you over the Internet.

Weiss:
By the power invested in me by the, er, United Church of... Mammals, I now pronounce you man and wife.

[Marshall and Carrie get married]

Marshall:
I love you Mrs. Flinkman.

Carrie:
I'm keeping my name.

Marshall:
Okay.

Lauren:
[to Sydney] I see what's going on between you and Michael, so let me be clear. Stay the hell away from my husband.

Sydney:
Every day I wish I could go back in time, but I can't. And as much as I... as much as I still have feelings for you, I won't be the other woman - not ever.

Vaughn:
I know.

Sloane:
[to Barnett] I manipulate people. I'm good at that, and I know it. I lie. I keep secrets. I divulge only what I must in order to elicit the reaction I need. That skill, in part, is why I'm still alive. One of those secrets affects the only two people I care about in the world, Sydney and Jack Bristow. There are many secrets I enjoy keeping. There is power in secrets that you keep. But this one . . . no. This one wears on me. It has for many years. It's central to my very existence. It's who I am.

Sydney:
Yesterday was the day, wasn't it? The anniversary of your father's death?

Vaughn:
How could you remember that?

Sydney:
I remember what missing him does to you.

Sydney:
[to Lauren] Vaughn and I have a history, a complicated one - I can't deny that, but I won't apologize for it either. If your marriage is in trouble, if you and Vaughn are having problems, I suggest you leave me out of it and take it up with your husband.

Sark:
It looks like another black mark on your husband's record. How's it feel to systematically ruin a man from the inside out?

Lauren:
It wouldn't be the first time.

Barnett:
Are you telling me Sydney is your daughter?

Sloane:
I never tried to prove it, one way or the other. But the strength that Sydney finds within, I like to believe that comes from me. . . How about that: the world didn't come to an end.

Sark:
[on the phone] It killed you, didn't it? Seeing him drop the gun for Sydney.

Lauren:
No it isn't a good time. Can I call you in the morning?

Sark:
He's there with you, is that it? Though he'd rather be with her. You know, it's quite a charade you two are engaged in.

Jack:
Actually, Ryan alerted local authorities, gave them time to evacuate the building.

Weiss:
So he's a humanitarian bomber?

...

Vaughn:
He wanted the bomb squad called in?

Marshall:
Well, maybe because he knew there was nothing they could do.

Vaughn:
I still think it would just be easier to sic your father on him.

Sydney:
We have twenty-seven hours before Ryan sets off another bomb. Our best chance to prevent that is to let him know that his first demonstration convinced us to buy every weapon he can produce.

Vaughn:
Us, being the Covenant, based on intel received from someone we may or may not be able to trust.

Sydney:
Your product demonstration in Belfast was impressive: we'd like to purchase your new weapon.

Ryan:
Yeah. While I appreciate ... your hairstyle ... as I said, I do business with Andrejev.

Lisenker:
Sark has never met Ryan.

Jack:
Are you sure of this?

Lisenker:
Yes.

Sydney:
That wasn't a "yes," that was a "no."

Sark:
Doesn't it bother you?

Vaughn:
What's that?

Sark:
A bombmaker arranges for a meeting on a plane and then doesn't show up. I don't know about you, but that concerns me.

Dixon:
The intelligence committee is sending Senator Reed to oversee the interrogation.

Sydney:
Why the sudden interest from Washington?

Dixon:
Sark is a key player now. They expect us to bleed him dry.

Marshall:
I enhanced the audio, and it turns out our friend Mr. Sark made a phone call.

Sark:
[on recording] Notify the extraction team. I should be at the LZ on schedule. Do we have the hostages? ... Excellent ... Not if I see you first, love.

Dixon:
The emotional toll this has taken and my current state of mind convince me I am no longer the best guarantee of her return. Therefore, I am stepping down temporarily as director of this task force until this matter is resolved. Jack, I trust you will stand in my stead and do everything in your power to bring my daughter back to me.

Sark:
I'm afraid I'm going to need some insurance to guarantee I reach my extraction point safely. This collar contains a lethal cardiotoxin. Once I place this on your daughter, you'll have two minutes to disarm it before the compound is released into her system.

Dixon:
You son of a bitch! That was not part of our agreement!

Sark:
This mechanism is well within your disarming capabilities. Two minutes is generous, in my opinion.

Vaughn:
See you later.

Lauren:
Not if I see you first, love.

Vaughn:
If I need to, can I crash on your couch?

Weiss:
Yeah - you just have to wipe off the Cheese Nips.

Sloane:
You have such a beautiful smile, Sydney. I miss it.

Sydney:
If you're executed, I'll be a witness. I'll smile then.

Sark:
Have you been made?

Lauren:
[about Vaughn] Of course not. If he knew I was Covenant he would arrest me, not break up with me.

Jack:
All I have is a paper trail. Not definitive proof but the beginning of what Director Dixon and I believe to be a strong case for the existence of a mole.

Senator Reed:
Other than Sloane.

Jack:
Or instead of him. At this point, that is unclear.

Senator Reed:
Is it that hard to identify a traitor? Honestly, sometimes I think you people just get too close.

Dixon:
We've looked everywhere on Earth.

Sloane:
Really, Marcus? Have you? Or is it simply that you've looked everywhere on land?

Weiss:
[about Vaughn] You know, Syd, nobody would blame you for hating him for going back to her.

Sydney:
He's not the one I hate. How horrible does that sound?

Weiss:
Well I'm mad at her, and I don't even think he's that cute.

Sydney:
Are we sure he'll have his computer with him?

Marshall:
Does a cowboy leave his gun at home when he goes to the saloon? Trust me, he'll have it.

Vaughn:
Lauren, no one's judging you.

Lauren:
I've seen the way they look at me - like I'm a traitor too. To tell you the truth, I don't blame them.

Vaughn:
People are just angry.

Lauren:
And I'm not? He was my father! You have no idea what it's like to think you know someone, to love them, and then figure out it was nothing but lies.

Marshall:
Don't worry because lucky for you, I kind of have a name in the hacker community myself... 'Black Kitty'.

Jack:
My marriage with Irina, in spite if everything, was a happy time to me. It was easy being with her. But there were times, moments and I became curious. How would she occupy her morning, or what were her plans when I was out of town? Usually she told me but occasionally she stopped what she was doing, walk over and offer me a kiss - spontaneous gesture. But on one occasion it struck me, this impulsive kiss, what if it was an evasion? Camouflaging the truth in an expression of love. Of course I dismissed my concerned immediately. Merely my professional paranoia, after all she was my wife. I don't regret having married. I have Sydney because of our time together. What I do regret is once I saw signs of her duplicity, once I sensed her betrayal, I chose to ignore it. All I'm asking is that you be responsive to the signs if and when they present themselves.

Vaughn:
You never respected me. Never thought I was worthy of your daughter. So I'm not surprised you're so quick to think Lauren is betraying me. But whether or not you or Sydney believe me, I know the life I'm living, and I know the woman I am married to. Lauren is not Irina, and I am definitely not you.

Sydney:
We should talk to Dixon and figure out a way to handle this.

Vaughn:
Oh, I know how to handle this.

Jack:
You will act like nothing has changed.

Vaughn:
Okay, what's Plan B 'cause that's not going to happen.

...

Vaughn:
My wife betrayed me. She betrayed all of us. You can't expect me to pretend that never happened.

Jack:
I'm not sure you have a choice.

Vaughn:
Why is that?

Jack:
Because you're the one that married her.

Sydney:
If Sloane dies, any chance I have of finding my sister dies with him.

Jack:
Has it occurred to you that your half-sister might be a danger to you?

Sydney:
Yes of course. But it's equally possible that I can help her. She could be an innocent victim.

Jack:
With Irina Derevko and Arvin Sloane as her parents, I don't think so.

Sloane:
Irina betrayed both of us, Jack. She sought me out for information the same way she did you.

Jack:
She was my wife.

Sloane:
She was a KGB spy who cared nothing about you or me. I've always thought that you understood your relationship with Irina was nothing more than that. But now that your schoolboy crush on the woman who destroyed your life is preventing you from saving mine, I will have to revise that assessment.

Jack:
[to Sloane] You're right. I'm not going to help you. Since this is the last conversation we will ever have, I want to make this perfectly clear. What you have done to my daughter is nothing compared to what I will do when I find yours. Salut.

Sloane:
[before his execution] For you who pay witness, I can only believe there is a common thought amongst you all: "This is as it should be." I do not disagree. My only request: that if my daughter is in fact found alive, that she understand my actions, she understand that this day's events are the net result of her father's passion to find her, to know her, to love her.

Sloane:
Sydney, whatever grief my apparent death might have caused you, I only wish I could have spared you the pain.

Sydney:
When I heard you were dead, any grief I felt was over the possibility of never knowing my sister. I did not grieve for you.

Sydney:
After mom died, I used to have these daydreams. I would imagine her leading my girl scout troop or taking me shopping for new school clothes. I thought if only she'd lived, she would have been my best friend. When I learned the truth about her, and saw Irina for who she truly was, I was devastated. I won't make the same mistake twice.

Jack:
Sydney, there's something you should know. When I first learned of Sloane's affair with your mother, I was forced to consider the possibility that I wasn't in fact your biological father.

Sydney:
You don't even--

Jack:
It's not the case. I had our medical files examined. Our relationship is clear. But I wanted you to know, during that brief time before I was reassured my feelings for you never changed.

Sark:
I'll ask you again: where is the Passenger?

Vaughn:
Holding that thing ... you almost look like you've reached puberty.

Vaughn:
Your sister - you have to let her go.

Sydney:
You're tired. I should let you sleep.

Vaughn:
No. My father was killed because he took her from the KGB. He hid her from your mother. That's why she murdered him. I met someone who told me the prophecy. The Passenger and the Chosen One shall battle; neither will survive.

Michael Vaughn:
Whatever Lauren did to me, I want you to know I take full responsibility for what's happened. I messed up, and if you can't get past that, I understand. But will you try?

Sydney:
I don't know.

Vaughn:
Will you at least think about it? Because it's all I can think about.

Sydney:
Yeah. I will think about it.

Nadia:
[to Sloane] Every Sunday at the orphanage in San Telmo, they made us dress up in our finest clothes. They would have us stand in line for hours waiting to be chosen by families. I wouldn't do it. I'd make myself filthy and always frown. I didn't want to be chosen, because I knew . . . I knew that somewhere my dad was still looking for me. And one day he'd come to take me away from that place . . . If I had known it was you I was waiting for, I would have cleaned up.

Jack:
I know why you checked yourself out of medical services early. I know you're under the impression you're fine, that all you need to do is hold yourself together, bury yourself in work.

Vaughn:
Get to the point, Jack.

Jack:
I suggest you focus your energy into achieving closure on this matter.

Vaughn:
No one wants Lauren in custody more than I do!

Jack:
That's not the kind of closure I'm referring to.

Vaughn:
I want to find your sister, but I need to find my wife. Lauren cannot be allowed to get away with what she's done.

Sydney:
Well, Lauren might. And you have to be prepared to deal with that.

Toni:
I want you.

Marshall:
C-Come again?

Toni:
To work for me.

Sark:
I must say - your disguise, it addresses a certain proclivity of mine.

Lauren:
If this works, I'll happily make your sick little fantasy come true.

Hank Foster:
At seven twenty-two this evening, you were logged in at the safe-house where Nadia Santos is being held. Is that accurate?

Sydney:
It was around dinner. I brought her a sandwich.

Hank Foster:
Where were you before that?

Sydney:
Buying her the sandwich.

Sydney:
[about Vaughn] You want him to kill Lauren...

Jack:
If he doesn't, it will eat at him like a cancer. The only cure is to end it now. She destroyed Vaughn's life.

Sydney:
Vaughn's life. Not yours. This is about what Lauren did to Vaughn, not what mom did to you. I don't know what you've told him or how much of all this you've orchestrated, but in some twisted way you got Vaughn carrying your burden. Trying to get you closure by doing the one thing you never had the chance to do - kill the person who betrayed you.

Jack:
I did have a chance. And I didn't take it. And not a day went by that I didn't regret letting her go. Vaughn will feel the same way. He will end up like me. And I love you too much to let that happen.

Vaughn:
[to Sark] I'm not gonna kill you. That would be too easy. But I'll leave you so disfigured that when you walk down the street people will pity you. Lauren is gonna pay for the damage she's done to the people I care about, not for having had an affair with you. I don't give a rat's ass who she's sleeping with. So for the last time: where is she?

...

Vaughn:
Ready to talk?

Sark:
Yes. When I first learned of your wife's true allegiance, I almost felt pity for you. How embarrassing it must've been to learn that the woman you shared your bed with was only using you as an unfortunate means to an end.

Vaughn:
I wouldn't do this, if I were you.

Sark:
But then, she wasn't sharing your bed lately, was she? She was in mine. Or in my car. Or the elevator. Or a garage. There is one time - this is my favourite - we were engaged in an alley and she called you to tell you she loved you. [Vaughn twists Sark's arm] That woman was deliciously filthy.

Vaughn:
[to Lauren] I am gonna erase you! I'm gonna remove any evidence you ever existed! You used me. You used my grief, my work, who I am. You took that from me - I'm taking it back.