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2.15 A Free Agent


Sydney: How are we going to stay awake today?
Vaughn: Who cares?
Sydney: Vaughn...
Vaughn: Why don't you ever call me Michael?
Sydney: I do sometimes. (pause) Vaughn...
Vaughn (laughs): What?
Sydney: I'm graduating today.
Vaughn: What? When the hell did you have time to take a class this year?
Sydney: I wasn't even going to go to the ceremony but... And I've been lying here remembering why I never gave school up and why I killed myself writing papers instead of... I don't know, accepting that I'd be an agent forever.
Vaughn: You're going to quit the CIA, aren't you?


Sydney: I've had two years of perspective! I am through letting Arvin Sloane control my life and I don't need your approval to resign! I told you as a courtesy!
Kendall: Well, then, I will pay you the courtesy of informing you that if you leave this agency, you forfeit the clearance to see your mother.


Kendall: In or out kiddo. You can't have it both ways.


Jack: Legally he's right. Ethically, he's an ass.


Sydney: I'm thinking about leaving the CIA. Which would mean giving up my clearance to see you.
Irina: You're too forgiving, Sydney. Don't pretend I'm something I'm not. I've never been a real mother to you and... you don't owe me a second chance. If you make this decision about me, you're a fool. In fact, if you decide to stay I won't agree to see you anymore.



Sloane: Congratulations, Sydney. You have so many things to celebrate today. I, myself, am still coping with the pain and disappointment of learning that you and Jack were double agents. The two people I trusted most in the world.
Sloane: Our first honest conversation, Sydney, and you have nothing to say?
Sydney: Listen to me you son-of-a-bitch! You have been a plague on my life! You repulse me! Everytime I sat across from you, listening to your lies, all I could do was fantasize about slashing your throat!


Sloane: You don't really think it was a coincidence that I happened to be away these past two weeks, do you? The intel that you acquired that allowed the CIA to take down the Alliance -- I provided that. My involvement with the Alliance is merely a means to an end.
Sydney: Why are you telling me this?
Sloane: Because knowing that I'm alive is going to tempt you to come after me. Don't. We've helped set each other free, Sydney. And as much as I wish you well, I will end your life if you get in my way.



Sydney: Dixon, you have to know that you were my anchor. Your friendship was the only thing that kept me sane.
Dixon: How long have you known?
Sydney: Two years. I wanted to tell you so many times, but I was ordered not to. The CIA had no way to verify what I knew in my heart was true: that you would never conconsciously work for a man like Arvin Sloane.
Dixon: We were partners. You lied to me, then chose to tell me the truth when it was convenient for you. I never want to see you again.


Marshall: [...] I'll need a red phone to the President.
Guy: No.
Marshall: [...] Just thought I'd ask.


Vaughn: Marshall, I'm Michael Vaughn. Welcome to the CIA.
Marshall: Heard that one before.


Sydney (to Marshall): You okay?
Marshall: Yeah, I ah, every few minutes I have to fight the urge to weep openly. I'm not really sure where that's coming from yet, but I think that's healthy, right?


Of course Mr. Ke...Director..cause you're the Director Kendall, right?...it's ah, one 'L'?
Kendall: Two.
Marshall. It's 2 of course. by the way, this place, so much cooler than SD-6.


Johnson: You know what I find most interesting Mr. Ludlow? That for an accomplished arms merchant, I've never heard your name. (goon cocks gun behind Vaughn) Now if you really are an expert, you'll know what kind of gun is pointed at the back of your head by the sound of the hammer.
Vaughn (think for a moment): And M-19 11. But if you were really going to shoot me, he would have disengaged the thumb-safety.


Sydney: Good call on the gun. I would have said Baretta M-9.
Vaughn: Figure I had a 50/50 chance.


Diane: The time you were shot, you told me that you had been mugged. If you had died that day, I would have buried a stranger. I don't know if a single word you ever said to me was true.
Dixon: My love for you is true. My love for our children is true. As a husband... as a father. I couldn't honestly say I was protecting my family unless I was out there.
Diane: Except that you worked for the people that make the world more dangerous.
Dixon: I thought I was serving my country! This man, Sloane...I will never lie to you again. The CIA has offered me a job.
Diane: Marcus, I did not choose a life of wondering if my husband was coming home every night. You take that job, you take it alone.


Sloane: I'm approaching the finish line of a thirty-year odyssey. I won't let anyone else take the final steps for me.


Asset: If you'd told me the CIA was simply interested in my client list, then I would have told you to go make love...with your mother.
Vaughn (smashes the guy's head on the bar, douses him in alcohol and pulls out a lighter): [...] Talk to me.


Sloane: Ah... you must be the man that Sark told me about. The man that Sydney was willing to kill me for.
Vaughn: She would have killed you for a lot less.


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