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Marshall (To Sydney): Kabir's security cameras- they work the same way. They read heat signatures, which is kind of a problem, because well you're incredibly hot.
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Sark (To Sloane): We agreed to combine our resources. You promised you'd show me incredible things... but a suit case neutron bomb designed in the 16th Century... Is that even a theoretical possibility?
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Sark (To Sloane): You talk of power and control. But when we create a completely powerful weapon, you leave it in the hands of a complete stranger.
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Dixon: (to Sydney) I can't judge you for not telling me about SD-6.
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Dixon: I'm out.
Vaughn: Sydney's in trouble.
Dixon: Respect my decision.
Vaughn: I can't do that. Not when your decision may cost Sydney her life. You wouldn't tell Sydney how you infiltrated Kabir's so she found an alternate way in using what turned out to be faulty intel. She was captured and unless we find another confirmed access point, no one will be sent in to get her out.
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Vaughn: You said everyone in the radius was affected, even people who were taking cover?
Marshall: Yeah. Well, there's no defense against this kind of energy. It goes through walls, concrete, steel, everything.
Kendall: There's no shield.
Marshall: No. Sorry. Oh, um, I should probably also tell you that, um, this kind of energy knocks out computer circuitry. Which means if it's pointed at the sky, it could take down planes.
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Weiss: We just had an Echelon intercept. Key words were picked up: "terrorist," "weapons of mass destruction." But you ready for this? "Rambaldi."
Vaughn: Did you get coordinates?
Weiss: Yeah. Yours. We don't know when it's happening, but you're not waiting for us to find out. Get out now!
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Francie: You know, Sydney, you've been acting sort of weird lately.
Sydney: Really? I thought you'd been acting weird. I thought maybe it was because of Will.
Francie: You don't talk to me anymore.
Sydney: I'm sorry, Francie. I just get so caught up in work.
Francie: Don't forget. We used to be really good friends. You can talk to me.
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Vaughn: Can it wait?
Weiss: Apparently not, he wants Sydney too. Are you with her?
Vaughn: Uh ... No. I haven't seen her.
Weiss: You're in bed with her right now, aren't you?
Vaughn: I'm trying: just find out what he wants.
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Sydney: (to Sloane) The CIA has a hit list. Thirty-five people worldwide its agents are allowed to kill. Thirty-five out of six billion. You're one of them. Which means when I kill you, I won't even be breaking the law.