Alias

Kendall: So you have a hard time keeping secrets. Sydney: No, I don't have a hard time keeping a secret. What I don't enjoy is lying to my friends, or being in a constant state of jet-lag from flying to far corners of the world for a man I wish were dead.

Kendall: (during Sydney's interrogation) What did they tell you was the objective of SD-6? Sydney: The retrieval of intelligence both military and industrial throughout the world that is critical to the superiority and survival of the United States of America... it's a company line.

Weiss: This buddy of mine from Princeton says she actually knows Haladki, used to have lunch at the Webster Rotunda, apparently the guy's got the table manners of a 6 month old.

Kendall: What can you tell me about him? Sydney: Milo Rambaldi was Pope Alexander VI's chief architect. He was an artist, an inventor. His designs were so technologically advanced, that at the time, they thought he was heretic and he was executed. Now, five hundred years later, many believe he was a prophet and SD-6, CIA, GRU, K-Directorate-the entire intelligence world-is on a Rambaldi scavenger hunt. Kendall: Why? Sydney: They assume that Rambaldi had some sort of master plan.

Vaughn: According to Rambaldi, the woman in question, the subject of this prophecy, will have never seen Mt. Subasio. Meaning if Sydney were to go there and see it herself-- Jack: She couldn't possibly be the woman Rambaldi was talking about. Vaughn: That makes sense, doesn't it? I thought that made sense.

Kendall: What does "SD" stand for? Sydney: Section Disparu - the section that doesn't exist. Alain Christophe, one of the Alliance founders. The term was his. Kendall: Explain to us about the Alliance of Twelve? Sydney: The Alliance is like a board of directors. Some are from the private sector, but most are former intelligence officers. All wealthy. They started a company together, except this company - the Alliance - trades intelligence. Kendall: So you're saying they're after- Sydney: Weapons, military secrets, industrial intel, medical tech, computer advances, political agendas, and anything the other guy wants. Kendall: The "other guy" being? Sydney: Governments, corporations, wealthy citizens, families, it's all black market; it's organized crime.

Vaughn: Hey, what did you say before about Haladki? Weiss: I don't think he showers?

Vaughn: You're saying that Sydney could be held long enough to blow her cover with SD-6? Jack: Under directive 81A, they could conceivably hold her without trial or charges for the rest of her life.

Kendall: And at this time, you believed that SD-6 was affiliated with the CIA? Sydney: Yes, that's right. That it was a black ops division of the CIA. Kendall: Meaning... Sydney: You mean what is black ops? A division that is funded by the CIA's black budget. Operations that are highly classified, even hidden from congressional oversight. They led me to believe that SD-6 was one of these divisions and that that was why they didn't operate through Langley.

Sydney: The truth is, I didn't love any of the subjects I was studying. My father and I weren't speaking, my mother had died when I was six and the highlight of my social life was my dorm's salad bar. So, I called them. Kendall: SD-6. Sydney: They didn't use that name. These men led me to believe they were CIA. They were very convincing. They are very convincing.

Kendall: How did you come to work with the CIA? Sydney: Don't you already have a file on me? Kendall: We would like this in your words.

Vaughn: I know, but the DNA sequencing, the heart size. I mean, they both match what Rambaldi wrote. Either this thing is completely insane... or it isn't. Weiss: Okay, what happened? The FBI's involved? Vaughn: Yeah. There's an FBI tribunal flying in from DC. They're going to question her and decide what the next move is.

Sydney: You didn't think about it. Not once. The possibility that Rambaldi could be right about me. Vaughn: No. I didn't. Sydney: Why not? Vaughn: Because I believe in you. Do you think I'd just throw anyone in my trunk?

Jack (to Haladki): I have no desire to blow your head off, or ruin your paint job, but I will do both unless you tell me where the hell Sydney Bristow is.

Jack: (to Haladki) Just so we're clear: you report this conversation, and you'll never wear a hat again.

Kendall: And after she died, your father raised you? Is that right? Sydney: No. He hired a nanny.