Alias

Will: So this is what your life is... Lying to everybody all the time? I've only been doing it for a few days and it's killing me. Sydney: When you found out about me, I was just terrified because I saw what happened when Danny learned the truth. But I was also selfishly so relieved because it meant that you knew, and I didn't have to think every time we spoke. I could just be me.

Will: (making a statement to the press for SD-6 to hear) My problem with heroin goes back three years. I'm embarrassed for myself and for my family when I tell you that most of what I've written in that time has been complete fiction including my most recent report about an organization that I called SD-6. These were desperate attempts...

Sydney: (on the phone with Francie) Have I heard from Will? No. Francie: Well, me neither and there's this story on the news right now. Will wrote a story in today's paper that wasn't supposed to get printed unless he went missing. Sydney: What was Will's story about? Francie: It's about the murder of your fiance, and some conspiracy, and some group called SD-6.

(Sydney's getting ready to attend Emily Sloane's funeral) Will: So you're eulogizing the bastard's wife? Sydney: Yes. Will: The devil's wife? The wife of the guy who had Danny killed? The guy who wanted to kill me? Sydney: Despite being married to a truly horrible man, Emily was a good person.

(A CIA crew is on a stake out in Barcelona) Vaughn: So hey, there's some really good restaurants in Barcelona. Sydney: Yeah I know. Vaughn: You know what I was thinking? Sydney: I think I do. Vaughn: If we could actually be seen in public together, we could get "The Bible," then get a bite. Weiss: Yeah, can the whole team come? We're starving.

Sydney: Will was asking all the questions I would ask. Dr. Barnett: What did you say to him? Sydney: Without going into details we told him the truth: that my father and I work for the CIA, that we're working undercover at SD-6 one of a number of private agencies based in various countries that trade in weapons, drugs and intelligence. They use covert means to undermine governments and industry in their attempts to take over the world. Dr. Barnett: So what was his reaction? (Flashback to the plane) Will: Seriously? (Back to Barnett's office) Sydney: He thought it sounded preposterous which is appropriate.

(Jack's treating Sydney's wounds) Jack: Okay easy... What happened to the guy who shot you? Sydney: There was no guy... It was mom... And it didn't seem like she worked for Khasinau. It seems that Khasinau works for her. Will: Excuse me, did you just say you were shot by your mother?

Dr. Barnett: So the operation in France must have gone well. Your spirits seem lifted. Sydney: The doctor said Vaughn's going to be all right, so... (long pause) Okay. I see what you're thinking and the answer is 'no'. There's no line being crossed. He's my handler. Vaughn and I have a professional relationship. That's it. Dr. Barnett: Well, actually, I was thinking about your reporter friend.

Dr. Barnett: How did you escape? Sydney: I'm sorry, but Agent Vaughn is missing and my sitting here telling Houdini stories to a CIA shrink, no offense, is pointless.

Sydney: Thinking of Emily, I often wondered about my own mother and what she would have been like, had she lived. Would she have been as strong as Emily? As kind, as good? I always told myself that she would have had those qualities even though I couldn't see them, I simply believed them. But Emily wasn't just the mother I never had. She was the mother all of us wish we had.

Sydney: I'm so sorry. I'm going to shoot you with adrenaline. We have got to run. Vaughn: Uh... don't do that.

Jack: (to Sydney) You and I need to assume Dixon's reported you. The best move for us is for me to take full responsibility. Sydney: What about Will? Jack: (to Will) You're... going to have a hard time.

Irina: You must have known this day would come. I could have prevented all this, of course. You were so small when you were born. It would have been so easy.

Sydney: I'm so sorry, Will. Will: Hey, I'm sitting here. I'm on a couch. I'm alive. (sighs) Is anybody listening to us right now? Sydney: No. That lamp has a bug killer in it. So we're safe here.

(Sydney is still talking to Dr. Barnett) Dr. Barnett: ...one more thing, you haven't said anything about your mother. (Long silence) Sydney: What am I supposed to say? Something insightful? The first time I see my mother in twenty years, and she almost kills me. Which would have made me the thirteenth CIA officer she's killed. She's former KGB. She's betrayed my father. She's betrayed me. She's betrayed this country. All anyone needs to know about that woman is that she's a bad guy.

Sydney (on the phone with Jack): I'm in the middle of Taipei. I just got free. Is Vaughn with you? Jack: No, we haven't heard from him. Sydney, you have to get to the plane now. Sydney: Dad, I have to go back for him. Jack: There's no time! The Taiwanese authorities will check this airstrip. Sydney: I can't leave him behind. Hold the plane, I'm going to back to the lab. Jack: Sydney, wait! Will: Who's Vaughn?

Sydney: One thing I have learned doing this: there's no drug like adrenaline.

Will: I understand that, but you can't think of another way than this? Jack: Yes, I can think of a number of other ways. But they all involve your burial. Will: Is that your idea of a joke? You're morbid, Jack.

Weiss: (Bringing them to justice). I love that - Arvin Sloane is talking about justice

Sydney: Hey... how's your mouth? Will: I think it'll be fine. (laughs) Of course I lose my health insurance the same day I need a root canal.

Irina: Truth takes time.

Irina: Tell me... Sydney... who sent you here? You must tell me. Sydney: Or what? I'm grounded?

Will: So this is what your life is? Lying to everybody all the time? I've only been doing it for a few days and it's killing me.