Alias

(Hassan's not cooperating) Vaughn: (to Hassan) OK, let's be honest here. In about 20 minutes, you're going to be shipped off to a maximum security prison outside Los Angeles. By 5 pm you're going to be someone's after-dinner mint.

Sydney: (from Hassan's weapons storage in Crete) Vaughn, what's going on? The room just went into lockdown! (Back at the C.I.A.) Vaughn: What the hell did you just do?! Hassan: I gave you the wrong code. Your agent has activated an anti-intruder device.

Vaughn: There's nothing routine about that list. There's something very specific about it. It's been a mystery within the agency for over two decades. Who murdered those C.I.A. officers? I'm sorry, but we have our answer now. It was your father. And I'm going to report him.

Sydney: What happens when someone you care about is in trouble. What you said, that nothing else matters. It all just goes away. Last week when I learned what my father did for me, sacrificing Russek, it made me sick. But now, I know I would have done the exact same thing. You should have seen him. Vaughn: Your father? Sydney: Yeah, he was like... he was like a pro. He was good. I mean, the way you talked about him once, what his reputation was, I could see it in action. He was... impressive.

Sydney: Dad, can I ask you something? When you started with SD-6, you knew that they were a mercenary group and that they had no connection with the C.I.A. But I didn't. When I joined, I thought I was going to be saving the world and not making it more dangerous. Jack: What's the question? Sydney: Why didn't you say something? I mean, you could have told me what I was really doing... damage instead of good... but you kept quiet. Jack: (sighs) Revealing the truth about what you were doing would have required revealing the truth about what I was doing.

Sydney: He licked my face. Vaughn: Yes, I understand. Sydney: You don't really. He licked my face.

Jack: (to Sydney) Those Cyrillic codes you found in those books - yes, they were orders from the KGB and yes, they were orders to kill. An agent received those orders and carried them out, murdering officers of the CIA, including your father, Mr. Vaughn. All this is true. But, Sydney, I was not that agent. Your mother was.

Vaughn: Let me make one thing very clear, Mr. Hassan. The extent to which I am willing to service you is when I offer you a soda.