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Vaughn: Alpha, Tango, 6 4 7.
Marshall: Come on. Come on! Launch aborted!
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Vaughn: Speaking of mess, didn't someone promise to finish unpacking her toys before dinner? Go on.
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Marshall: Oh, my God. They've started the launch.
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Sark: What's our status?
Voice: Mil-sat one just hit atmosphere. The rest of the satellites are right behind it.
Sark: Initiate the countdown.
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Voice: Sir, beginning final preparations...
Sark: Excellent. Proceed according to...
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Irina: For whatever it's worth, I truly do love you.
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Vaughn: Sark...
Sydney: Don't look at me. You're the one that let him go.
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Irina: I'm afraid I can't allow you to be such a complication in my life any longer.
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Sark: (about Rambaldi's end game) I can understand we're still going on with this.
Sloane: Don't tell me you're having second thoughts.
Sark: Of course not… it's just that not everyday one gets to be a part of global genocide.
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(Sloane eludes Sydney once again)
Sydney: Still how are we going to find him? It's impossible… we don't have a single lead, we can't trust the CIA.
Vaughn: Sydney stop. Let's not overlook the fact that you basically died today, you and I have gotten pretty good at impossibles.
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(Sydney interrogates Peyton)
Sydney: We know you're working with Arvin Sloane, and we know about the ICBM's he recently acquired, what we don't know is where they are… or where they're headed. Now, I'm well aware that you're tough, and that you've conditioned to withstand torture… but I have something you don't have… your former best friend (Rachel walks in)
Rachel: And I know what you're afraid of.
(a snake starts hissing around Peyton's neck, she shivers in fear)
Sydney: If I were you , I'd stay extremely still.
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(During one the episode's flashbacks)
Francie: Education. Done. You can be a teacher like your Mum, I mean you always talked about how happy she was.
Sydney: I've thought about that, but I've always thought about teaching like my safety net.
Francie: Your safety net? You know how dangerous it is to be a teacher these days? Kids bring knives to school these days.
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Sark: (walking into a Rambaldi crypt) Does it have to be so filthy? If Rambaldi could prophecise the future, he might have advised me not to wear $500 dollar shoes.
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(Inside the Rambaldi crypt Sloane is again haunted by a vision of Nadia)
Nadia: Is it everything you imagined?
Sloane: Nadia! I'm so glad you're here, if I didn't have someone to share this with, I would have doubted my own eyes.
Nadia: You're talking to your dead daughter… this is an odd time to be questioning your sanity.
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(Sark captures Jack, Sydney and Vaughn in Mogolia)
Sark: Correct me if I'm wrong Mr. Vaughn, but aren't you supposed to be dead? I suppose we'll have to rectify that.
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(Vaughn confronts Sark in the missile control room)
Vaughn: Give me the codes!
Sark: I don't have the codes, I swear.
(Vaughn shoots Sark in the knee)
Sark: Argh!!! You shot me!
Vaughn: Yeah, and I'll keep shooting you until you either give me the codes or bleed to death. You choose.
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(Dixon needs help from Sydney and Vaughn who are retired)
Dixon: We've already prepared the mission spec, low risk insertion, simple alias, who knows? Could be fun.
Sydney: That's what you say every time you show up at my doorstep, the next thing you know I'm jumping over canals in 3 inch heels, while napalm explodes around me.
Dixon: Yes, that's how I define fun.
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Jack: (holding an explosive loaded harness and a trigger in his hand) You beat death Arvin...but you couldn't beat me.
(Jack presses the trigger and the bomb harness explodes, collapsing the room over Jack and Sloane)