Alias

Sydney (Returning her mother's earrings): They've been checked for hidden compartments, transmitters, passive sensors. Every sharp edge has been dulled. Irina: I was twenty-one years old when I was given these at the graduation from the academy. My mother -your grandmother- put these in my hands. I cried. She said, "Sweetheart, wear them well." You would have liked her. Had things... been different.

Rebecca: I know who you are, Will Tippin. I read your articles. The reporter with the big imagination who fell in love with the heroin chic lifestyle. Will: Yeah. Yeah, that's me. Rebecca: My theory? I don't think you ever really were a drug addict.

Will: Well, I've got four weeks left of community service and then I'm done. Hey, um, you remember last week when I cooperated and let the CIA hypnotize me? Sydney: Yeah. Will: What happened with that? I mean, was I helpful at all? And I'm only asking because about five minutes ago I was doing pretty well as a reporter, you know, and now I'm a dishwasher living in denial. That's all. Sydney: The information you provided was huge.

Sydney: Dad, you don't have to worry about me. I'm not that naive. Jack: I'm sure that's something we both hope is true.

Jack: There's another fact! Nothing that woman says or does can be taken at face value. Her motivations are strictly her own and now that your dealings with your mother have taken on an emotional component, I'm concerned. Sydney: Well, don't be. I'm more professional than that. Every one of our discussions has been specific and mission-related. Jack: You told her about your school play.

Vaughn: Well, maybe so, but I certainly didn't join the CIA looking for fairness! After everything she's done to you, are those things you could ever forgive? Sydney: I don't know. Vaughn: Yeah, well, your father doesn't share that ambiguity. He's meeting with Assistant Director Kendall right now and he is lobbying to have your mother taken away.

Vaughn: Listen as far as your mother is concerned, it's ridiculous for you to worry about me. I'm fine, what she did to my father, I can handle. But when I heard what your father did, coming to see you like that I... I realized how insane this must be for him. Having your mother back in his life, (sighs) which only concerned because that means he is not making it any easier for you. So before you leave for Moscow, I just wanted to say that you might feel alone in all this, like you don't have an ally. I'm your ally. Never question that. (Agent comes in) Agent: Miss Bristow, your plane is standing by. (Agent leaves) Sydney: I'll see you when I get back. (Vaughn smiles at her) (Sydney smiles back with tears in her eyes) (Sydney leaves) (Vaughn turns look see her leave)

(Jack hires a freelance agent to do a job) Freelance Agent: Jack I owe you, but why 30 lbs of Semtex? I could do the same with 5 lbs of C-4. Jack: I need you to make sure that if anyone enters that building, no one will survive.

Sydney: Sark is like the good-looking guy in high school who knows how cute he is and won't take "no" for an answer.

Sark: Would you consider working for me if it meant I'd let you walk out of here? I believe if you took the time to hear a comprehensive offer, you might actually say yes. Sydney: You're cute, but I'll pass.

Jack: Irina Derevko gave you the operations manual for her syndicate. I would like you to tell me where you've hidden it. Richter: Derevko is a great woman. Jack: Morphine's not bad, either.

(Sydney's pager goes off) Will: Good guys or bad guys? Sydney: Neither. My father.

Irina: How do you say "thank you" to the woman who killed your father? Vaughn: (pause) You don't.