Alias

Dixon: (about the message hidden in Page 47) What about the message? Tom: You mean the one buried in a 500 year old piece of paper? Are we really taking that seriously? Jack: We've seen too much not to.

(The APO team prepares an ambush for Anna) Sydney: Everybody's getting set up. When you see Anna you'll take her out with this. (handing Renée a gun) Renée: Government issue. I never thought I'd have one of these. Sydney: Don't get too excited, it's only a tranq gun. Renée: That's too bad.

(Rachel prepares Koller for the meet with Anna) Rachel: Everything all right? Koller: Wonderful, considering I might get killed today.

Sydney: When are you going to start trusting me? Renée: I trust you. It's everyone else that's the problem.

Sydney: You should think about joining APO, really. Renée: In case you forgot, I'm a criminal. Sydney: We could try for a pardon. You should think about it. Renée: Okay. (Waits a moment.) No.

Sloane: A few days ago I was absolutely horrified that you would suggest I would turn against APO. That I would kill my own daughter. I realize now that both were inevitable. That death is a necessary sacrifice. Necessary to complete the final leg of this journey. I have been preparing for this my whole life. I knew it was coming. I have betrayed everyone I ever loved. But I was chosen. Ehrmann: We appreciate what you've done. Sloane: This is my road to follow. Ehrmann: Welcome back.

Tom (to Moritz): You and I both know you are not cut out to withstand extended interrogation.

Moritz (tied up and screaming): Help! Someone, anyone! Help!! Tom: Are you done yet?

Tom (checking his watch): It's 10:00. Renée (looking at her watch): It's 9:59. Tom: I didn't realize the French were so punctual. Renée: We're not. It's you Americans who are always in a hurry. Tom: And we get fat, too. Is there anything else? (Bell tolls at the top of the hour.) Renée: Now it's 10:00.

Nadia: You have to choose, me or this (referring to Rambaldi's Page 47).
Sloane: You can't ask me to choose between the two most important things in my life.
Nadia (close to tears): Then I guess you'll lose us both. (Throws the page into the fireplace.)

Moritz (to Renée): Espèce de... garce! (You... bitch!) (Renée punches him.) Renée (to Tom): I hate that word. Tom: I'll remember that.

Nadia: You finally got the Ford Hybrid. Jack: Electric, comes in handy when you have to be quiet.