Alias

Sydney: Eating newspaper's a condition? Will: Yeah, yeah. This is what I write about. This is how I make a living. And Lintback says my writing's too judgemental and I'm like, "Well, who cares? She's not gonna read it anyway, she's gonna swallow it."

Sydney: Since I've known the truth about you, I've asked myself questions. Thousands of questions. But this one I have to ask you now. When Danny was killed... Dad... did you know? Did you know that's what they were going to do? Jack: Yes. (Sydney slaps him) Sydney: Don't you ever speak to me again.

Marshall: Ok. Who here has trouble falling asleep at night? (raises his hand, the others just look at him) Marshall: Ok. Well, anyway, myself, on occasion, I find it difficult to nod off, mind racing, ideas, etc. So, this kind of pertains to the whole sleeping thing.

Sydney: I lost my mind a little. I started imagining things. Will: Whatever the hell you're talking about, maybe you're not imagining it. Syd, this is what I do. I might be able to find something that the police overlooked! Sydney: Stop it! Please. I'm trying to move on here. I need your help to do that. Okay?

Davenport (to Vaughn, after he and Sydney lose the nuke to SD-6): You're being pulled off the Bristow case. Vaughn: What? Why? Davenport: Devlin wants a more senior officer. Apparently, you were right. This girl is pretty important to us. Vaughn: Yeah, I know. Davenport: He wants you to oversee the office presentation at the DCI Non-Proliferation meeting, which under the circumstances, I think is pretty ironic.

Sydney: You said you wanted to talk about the plan. I'm giving you the plan. Vaughn: It's not your job to give me the plan. I'm giving you the plan. Tomorrow's your first day back at SD-6. Now, nothing should change. When you get your assignment, you'll detail your mission on a paper bag. (picks one up, showing her) Bag. Then you'll call this number. Memorize it. After three tones, press the appropriate digit -- one through six. Each corresponds to a trash can in a specific location. Now we'll dead drop, review your information, create a countermission, and we'll contact you posing as a wrong number: Joey's Pizza. Any questions so far? Sydney: Yeah. Can you show me what a bag looks like again?

Weiss: Any word from her yet? Vaughn: No. I don't expect to hear anything 'til she gets back. Weiss: Your girlfriend's name is Alice, right? Vaughn: Would you shut up? Weiss: I'm just checking to see-- Vaughn: Get out of my office!

Sydney: Dixon, do you copy? Dixon: Wow. That's loud. Sydney: You told Marshall you wanted it louder. I was there. Dixon: Okay. My headache and I are 1017.

Vaughn: Draw me a map. Draw me a map of SD-6 and all its allies. How far you think it reaches? Sydney: Do I look like I'm in Junior High? Vaughn: Just draw me a SD-6 family tree! Sydney: Braces on my teeth... Vaughn: How far you think it goes! Sydney: ...Headgear? Do you see a retainer?! Vaughn: Just DO IT!

Sydney: Forgive me for being, you know, forthright or female, but this is how it's gonna be.

(On the phone) Marshall: Cut the blue-white wire! Sydney: Okay, cutting the blue-white wire! Marshall: Oh, hold the phone! Sydney: DON'T TELL ME TO HOLD THE PHONE! I'M SITTING ON A TICKING NUCLEAR BOMB!

Vaughn: This is not about cutting off an arm of the monster. It's about killing the monster.