Vaughn: They’re reviewing your statement. You wrote a lot.
Sydney: I know.
Vaughn: I mean, it’s like Tolstoy long.
Jack: Shephard killed Danny. I’m sure you know that already.
Sydney: If I didn’t, thanks for breaking it to me gently.
Weiss: Your girlfriend’s name is Alice.
Vaughn: Shut up.
Weiss: Hey, just checking.
Jack: Mr. Vaughn, you’re young and you’re eager, and I understand that. But one thing you’re not, and this is something only time can provide really, is wise.
Sydney: Forgive me for being forthright, or female, but this is the way it’s going to be.
Marshall: Want to have a seat? I got a minor form of scoliosis, so the air ergonomically hugs me. Oh, you want to stretch out? I can inflate the couch.
Sloane: I’ll stand.
Vaughn: This is not about cutting off an arm of the monster. It’s about killing the monster.
Sydney: How do I look?
Dixon: For the record, that’s a question you never have to ask anyone.
Sydney: Since I’ve known the truth about you, I’ve asked myself questions. Thousands of questions. But this one I have to ask you now. When Danny was killed – Dad, did you know? Did you know that’s what they were going to do?
Sydney: Don’t you ever speak to me again.
Will: “Laura, all my love forever and a day. Jack.” That’s not, like, your dad Jack, is it?
Will: Wow. That’s uncharacteristically sweet of him.
Sydney: I know. He actually has a heart, which I’m learning little by little.
Will: Hi, um, I don’t know if I’m talking to the right person, but I need to borrow a million bucks. The Olsen twins went public, and I’m looking to invest.
Sydney: You’ll need some collateral. I don’t think you’ve got any.
Will: Well, have you seen my aqua blue Chevy?
Sydney: You mean, with the hula girl on the dash? Yes, sadly, we’ve seen that.
Marshall: You know that sound you’re hearing, you know, that boom? That’s my mind blowing.
Sydney: I don’t want it to be like that anymore, I’m just sick of it. I mean, I always had this feeling that maybe someday, I don’t know, my dad and I would connect. That things could start to get better.
Francie: Well, you know my opinion of your dad.
Sydney: I know.
Francie: But listen. If you can find it in your heart to forgive him for being the kind of guy he’s been all your life, which I would find impossible and could never do, then you should make a real effort.
Sloane: I didn’t know how it would finally materialize: the darkness. I had nothing to base it on. It wasn’t as if the C.I.A. had just betrayed me, that my wife had just been diagnosed with lymphoma. None of that had happened yet. So, whenever life takes an unfortunate turn, as it has this week, I just remind myself that I could see it coming all along.
Sydney: Are you insane? Calling me in here for a social event? SD-6 has a division whose sole responsibility it is to track their agents and report back suspect activity. “Your girl” is risking her life, and you yours, every time we lay eyes on each other. So, do me a favor: don’t be so friendly.
Lambert: I just love your spirit.
Sydney: That’s heartening. Are we done here?
Sydney: It took me a second to realize what you were doing.
Jack Bristow: I was blinking as fast as I could.
Sydney: I know. I was like, “Hard on your light”?
Jack: Guard on your right.
Sydney: Well, I figured it out. I was just never very good at Morse code.
Lambert: I hate to pull rank, but time is a factor here.
Sydney: Time is a factor here. You know how much time? Seven years. That’s how long I worked for SD-6 before I found out who they really are. And now that I know, my days of blindly following orders are over.
Sydney: There’s something that happens when you discover the truth about someone. I know a little about this. The truth changes everything.
Sydney: Tell Devlin if Agent Vaughn isn’t on the other end of this earpiece when I turn it on, the C.I.A. gets nothing.
Lambert: Vaughn is a junior officer.
Sydney: Then promote him.
McKenas Cole: You give us the codes, I won’t have to open the box…which will be really excellent for you.
Sloane: I can’t be the first person to have difficulty taking you seriously, can I?
Sloane: Marshall couldn’t open the lock box.
Marshall: Uh, in my defense, it was rigged with a brand-new tech, an internal device that will destroy anything inside if opened without the key-
Sloane: Marshall, would you please go back to work?
Marshall: Just to clarify, I’m not being fired?
Sloane: ‘Back to work’ means not fired.
Francie: Hi. And what have we been drinking?
Will: Uh, I don’t know. There was a little horse on the label. A dog. I don’t know. A doghorse. I think. Some kind of mythical creature condemned to live in a bottle for eternity. It’s like a doghorse. A doghorse. Oh, and did I mention my life sucks? Did I mention that?
Sydney: You said you wanted to talk about the plan. I’m giving you the plan.
Vaughn: It’s not your job to give me the plan. I’m giving you the plan. Tomorrow’s your first day back at SD-6. Now, nothing should change. When you get your assignment, you’ll detail your mission on a paper bag. Bag. Then you’ll call this number. Memorize it. After three tones, press the appropriate digit – one through six. Each corresponds to a trash can in a specific location. Now we’ll review your information, create a countermission, and we’ll contact you posing as a wrong number: Joey’s Pizza. Any questions so far?
Sydney: Yeah. Can you show me what a bag looks like again?
Sydney: I’m sorry to call you. I just didn’t know who else to call. My father and I were supposed to have dinner tonight for the first time since I was a kid. I can’t even remember the last time. He just didn’t show. He said he had work. He didn’t have work.
Marshall: I mean, casino security is like an onion. It’s layer after layer after layer and the more that you peel back, the more you want to cry.