Alias

Sloane: You remember the Rambaldi device? The machine designed 500 years ago by a prophet? All I did was bring all the pieces together and have it assembled. And when I turned it on, it delivered a message, as I suspected it would. I wasn't prepared for what it said. The message was just one word, one simple word: peace. The epiphany I had at that moment... suddenly I saw all the mistakes I'd made, the pain that I had inflicted on the world, the people I loved. So I chose right then and there to give information to the CIA with which they were able to dismantle at least two dozen terrorist cells. Sydney: I don't know how you convinced the CIA that you're trustworthy... Sloane: Why don't you check my files? Sydney: I know you too well. I don't buy any of it.

Sydney: They told me you were charged with resisting authority. Dad, I don't understand. Jack: I became obsessed with your death; with finding those responsible. And at a certain point in my pursuit, I needed help. So I contacted the one person I believed I could trust, given the circumstances... your mother. Sydney: You were working with Mom? Jack: At the time, she was number 6 on the CIA's Most Wanted List. The National Security Council, primarily... Robert Lindsey. You met him? Sydney: Yes. Jack: He discovered that I was collaborating with your mother, so he threatened me, questioned my allegiance to this country. He chose to make an example of me - an NSC power play. And here we are.

Weiss: You're not gonna like my suggestion: you should go see Arvin Sloane. Sydney: What? Weiss: Sloane negotiated a pardon after your . . . death. He's now a consultant for the CIA. Yeah, he now runs a world health organization in Zurich: OMNIFAM.

Sydney: Where's my father? Or . . . or my mom - have you heard from her since Mexico City? Vaughn said Will's alive. If there was a fire in my apartment, if he thought I was dead, then how did Will survive? Where is he? Dixon: Sydney . . . Sydney: And Francie - is she dead? Did they find her body, too? Dixon: I know you have a million questions, but . . . Sydney: I have a lot more than a million questions! I wish I only had a million questions!

Vaughn: I chose not to stay with the CIA after your death. Sydney: You're not with the Agency? Vaughn: No. I'm a teacher.

Jack: Vaughn what? Sydney: He got married. Jack: Michael Vaughn is just a boy who was never good enough for you.

Sydney: You lost weight. Weiss: Oh yeah, thanks, I sorta gave up all the foods I enjoy. I'm miserable but I look really good.

Vaughn: I came by to see how you were. Sydney: Are you kidding me? Vaughn: No, I just wanted to make sure that you're... Sydney: You didn't come here to see how I am. You came here to see how you are, because you know in your heart what you did. You wanna make sure you're okay. Vaughn: I buried you. Consider that for one second. Sydney: Don't use rational thought as a defense with me. Not after all you and I have seen. Vaughn, you and I live and breathe madness. Every day on the job there is no rational thought. I can't even pretend to have a conversation about anything else with you. What it comes down to is faith. What I was hoping you would say is, 'Sydney, I gave up on us. I lost faith.' But what you came here for was closure and there is not a chance you are getting that from me. I'm not gonna say, 'I understand,' I'm not gonna sympathize with you and tell you how hard it must be for you. But you want to know how I am? I am horrible! Vaughn, I am ripped apart! And not because I lost you... but because...if it had been me... I would have waited... I would have found the truth...I wouldn't have given up on you! And now I realize... what an absolute waste that would have been!

French Contact: Forgive me if I look shocking to you, but I was believing that you were dead. Sydney: I was. But now I'm not. French Contact: This is why I love our business.