 Sloane: I miss L.A. I miss Emily. I miss the friendship with your father. I miss your confidence
and trust. Perhaps I can get it back someday, hmm?
Sydney: You will never have my confidence and trust, or my father's friendship and respect. Ever.
Weiss: You were ordered not to say anything, right? This isn't your choice.
Vaughn: Yeah, and she was ordered to find out who murdered Lazarey. I mean, that's my point, is
that I'm actively engaged in preventing her from doing her job. And she's gonna find out about
this, you know she is.
Weiss: And that you're protecting Sydney.
Vaughn: Yeah. See where I'm going with this?
Weiss: Well, this is why people from the CIA should not get married to people from the NSC,
man, don't poop where you sleep.
Sark: Bristow should have to pay for these scars.
Allison: She will.
Sydney: Since I learned that she's alive, I just keep wondering--does she still look like her?
Does she look like Francie? Because if she does, as much as I know I should keep her alive
to maybe try to figure out the last two years of my life, all I'll want to do is kill her.
Vaughn: Ahh, chin implant at three o'clock, collagen lips straight ahead...Okay, those breasts
are real. What do you think, should I get my nose done?
Sydney: Maybe a little tapering.
Vaughn: Get the bump removed?
Sydney: Why didn't she kill me?
Weiss: Maybe she likes you.
Sydney: Weiss, I'm serious.
Weiss: So am I! Listen, she lived with you for months, she doubled herself as your
best friend. Maybe in that time, she actually started to like you. I could see that
happening.
Weiss: Uh, Flinkman, you know what would be great? English.
Marshall: Oh, I'm sorry I forgot--you're not that astute.
Sydney: As your handler, you'll do what I say, when I say. 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?
Sloane: And if they [Sark and Allison] discover that it's a setup?
Sydney: Then I get to hear them kill you.
Dixon: I want you to be clear on the rules of engagement.
Sydney: Yes, I know. Allison is another link we now have into the Covenant. She is part of
our larger agenda and as such, is not to be killed.
Dixon: I want her dead.
Sydney: What?
Dixon: The order from Langley is to bring her in dead or alive. She killed my wife. She killed
your best friend. So I look at this as an opportunity. The only reason I hesitated before was
that I hoped she might have information for you. But now that we know there's no hope for
that...I want that bitch dead.
Marshall: I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm not that smooth around the ladies. In fact,
I'm a little awkward. Let's face it, I mean, you got the looks, I got the brains. 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've got the looks, you got the brains?
Marshall: Tell me what you think, and be brutal, okay? Just be honest--don't hold back or
anything. (drums) You're the micro in my chip, you're the giga in my byte, I think about
you, Carrie, every morning, noon, and night. Morning, noon, and night.
Vaughn: That's--
Marshall: (drumming gets louder) Carrie! We had sushi! (softer) I'll protect you, can't you see?
Carrie marry me. I love you...(to Vaughn) No good?
Vaughn: I think she's gonna say yes.
Marshall: 'Cause of the rock jam song?
Vaughn: Maybe in spite of the rock jam song.
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