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Contact: Of course. Forgive me if I look shocking to you, but I was believing that you were dead.
Sydney: I was. But now I'm not.
Contact: This is why I love our business.

Sydney: What I was hoping you would say is, "Sydney I gave up; 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!
(Cut back to Vaughn's face, still strained, hurt, and tense. Cut back to Sydney. She's having a harder time keeping her emotions out of her voice now; her voice is strained, hoarse.)
Sydney: I'm not gonna say I understand...I'm not gonna sympathize with you and tell you how hard it must be for you... But, you wanna know how I am!? I am horrible! Vaughn, I am ripped apart! (Strained whisper) And not because I lost you... but because...if it had been me... I would have waited...
(Cut to Vaughn's reaction. He blinks several times, swallows painfully. Pain, regret, and loss echo in his eyes. He appears very strained, as if perhaps trying to hold back tears himself.)
Sydney: I would have found the truth...I wouldn't have given up on you!
(Cut back to Sydney's face. Betrayal lights her face. She is bolstering herself with her anger. A hardness gleams in her eyes.)
Sydney: (harsh whisper, punctuated by shaky breaths) And now I realize... what an absolute waste that would have been!

Lindsay: If you're finished...this is the men's room...
Sydney: Who let you in?

Sydney: The last thing I want is to be responsible for driving a wedge between Vaughn and Lauren.
Jack: That is a concern I do not share.

Lauren: It also appears that Bomani will kill Sloane if we interfere with his plans…
Sydney: And who here would lose sleep over that!?

Marshall: (quietly, aside to Sydney) Okay, if I were any more nervous, I’d need new underpants right about now…

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.

Vaughn: I…I think she’s gonna say yes.
Marshall: Really? Because of the…rock jam song?
Vaughn: Maybe in spite of the rock jam song.

Marshall: Mr. Sloane… hi. It’s been a while…and a lot has happened. I mean, at first you were evil, now you’re good…so you claim…not that I don’t...trust you, it’s just… How are you?

Sloane: No! No morphine! I’ll go into anaphylactic shock!
Jack: Arvin…We have to dig the bullet out.
Sloane: If you give me morphine, I’ll be dead before you get to the bullet… And don’t get any ideas…

Vaughn: You don't have to thank me.
Jack: Yes, I do, especially given your history. I used to think you didn't have much of a spine.
Vaughn: And has that assessment changed at all?
Jack: No.

Vaughn: I just wanted to say, for the record, concerning this... exchange. Sydney's life is in your hands... if you betray her... I swear to you, no matter what it costs me, I will kill you.
Sloane: (expressionless) No need to worry, Agent Vaughn... I love her, too.

Vaughn: Think that was the best move... punching Lindsey in the face?
Jack: Based on the comments he was making, it was obvious that you and I were going to end up here no matter what we did. Whether I hit him or not... I wasn't about to pass up the opportunity.

Sydney: Let's talk about you... beautiful painter lives in your building, and you haven't asked her out... why?
Will: Because Jonah's uh... recovering from a post-traumatic dating syndrome. After his last girlfriend dumped by ramming a bayonet into his lungs.

Marshall: I didn't, Syd, I'm sorry. I didn't put a tracer on it.
Sydney: I know you. No one is more curious about technology than you. I need to find that cube.
Marshall: Listen, I didn't put a tracer on it. I swear to you, I didn't, okay?
Sydney: Okay.
Marshall: Okay, I put a tracer on it, but you cannot tell anyone because if they find out, they will fire me from this job. And I cannot be fired because I'm about to have a baby soon.
Sydney: Marshall, I love you.
Marshall: I love you too. Syd. Serious, you can't tell anyone, okay? Please?
Sydney: Can you locate the cube?
Marshall: No, not exactly. But I can narrow it down to a ten yard radius.
Sydney: Marshall, that's called locating it. Where is it?

Sydney: (in Korean, subtitles) Sorry, I only speak English.

Vaughn: We're not going to make it out of here. There's something I need you to know.
Sydney: Vaughn...
Vaughn: In my life, there is 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.
Sydney: They're coming.
Vaughn: Sydney...
Sydney: I know. I know.
Sydney: (whispering) We'll find each other. We always find each other.
(They kiss for few seconds, then the guards take them out before the firing squad.)

Cole: Your hair! That's cool!
Sark: You're the man behind the Covenant.
Cole: I'm the man in front of the man. When'd you cut your hair?
Sark: It wasn't a matter of choice. I was in U.S. custody, as I thought you were. When were you released?
(Cole laughs.)
Cole: That's a good story. To your hair.
(They toast.)

Cole: You're cockier than I am. I love that about you.

Sydney: Is something wrong?
Vaughn: No. I'm just getting old, I guess.
Sydney: You expect me to believe that?
Vaughn: I've just had a lot on my mind lately, that's all. It'll pass.
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.

Sark: Put the gun down, Agent Vaughn. Drop the gun.
Vaughn: Not a chance, you drop yours.
Sark: Put the gun down now.
Sydney: No, Vaughn, don't!
Sark: Drop it. If you love her, you will put the gun down now.
(The masked figure looks at Vaughn.)
Sydney: Vaughn, don't!
(Vaughn drops the gun.)

Jack: Have you had dinner? If memory serves, you always liked Mitchellis.
Sydney: I haven't eaten there since I was eight.
Jack: I do eat, you know.

Sydney: According to Lysenker, Ryan always does business with the Covenant at the Commodore Hotel in Moscow, room 305.
Vaughn: I still think it would just be easier to stick your father on him.

Sydney: You're angry. There's a good reason. The Covenant took your brother's life.
Ryan: "Took his life?" What an interesting choice of words. I mean, personally I would have gone for something a little bit more colorful, like um, "murdered". Even that's not... how about, um, "slaughtered"? Yeah, "slaughtered". Try that.

Vaughn: If I need it, can I crash on your couch?
Weiss: Yeah, you just have to wipe off the cheese nips.

Sloane: Ah, you have such a beautiful smile, Sydney. I miss it.
Sydney: If you're executed, I'll be a witness. I'll smile then.

Marshall: Okay, now this is what I was looking at. That's your basic land mass. But then if I compare the topography with oceanic mapping... heh, Sloane is a genius.
(Sydney gives him a "Are you crazy?" look.)
Marshall: I mean an evil, horrible genius. Bad man genius. But still, genius.

Weiss: 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: After thirty years you still live with your wife's betrayal. Will he?
Jack: Absolutely.

Toni: How long did it take you to come up with that?
Marshall: My lunch break. We get forty-five minutes, so...
Toni: I want you.
Marshall: Come again?
Toni: To work for me. How much do they pay you?
Marshall: How much do they... a lot, a lot.
Toni: Work for me and your base will be a million a year.
Marshall: Oh, that's a nice base.
Toni: Mmm hmm…
Marshall: Um, the thing is I get really good medical, and my little guy, Mitch... have I told you about him? Well he's also covered under the CIA extension of the plan... yea...
(Marshall takes out a picture of Mitchell.)
Toni: Aww, cute.
Marshall: To be honest with you, I kind of like working for the good guys. No offence.
Toni: None taken.

Foster: At 7:22 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.
Foster: Where were you before that?
Sydney: Buying her the sandwich.