Alias

Sydney: I happen to like us. Even if we're cold... Vaughn: and boring... don't forget the boring. Sydney: How could I?

(Vaughn and Sydney infiltrate a terrorist training facility) Tom: First sight of trouble we sound the alarm, lock down the streets, give the snipers a go ahead to fire at hostiles, it's our version of the "Neighborhood Watch" program.

(Weiss is talking about bowling) Nadia: It doesn't make any sense. Weiss: What is so hard to understand? Take a ball right, you roll it, knock over some pins and everyone cheers you. Vaughn: Or in your case everyone laughs.

Vaughn: You know, we have operational command of this aircraft. The pilot could take us anywhere we want... Sydney: (playfully scolding) Our orders are to proceed with our extraction. If we were divert this aircraft for our personal use, we would get into a lot of trouble. Vaughn: Yes. Sydney: (looking a bit disappointed) Yeah... Vaughn: Wanna have dinner with me in Paris? Sydney: (no hesitation at all) Absolutely.

Sydney: The story you told at the dealership. We were supposed to go to Santa Barbara three years ago. We never made it. Vaughn: Karen and Dave did.

Phil: How'd he pop the question? Sydney: He took me to... Vaughn: Santa Barbara, actually. I had this whole romantic weekend planned. Presidential suite at the Biltmore. Candlelit dinner on the cliffs overlooking the ocean. So we went into town and she wouldn't stop talking about the zoo. So we went to the zoo. I figured I had to get it over with. THen I saw how happy it made her. That made me forget about all my stupid plans. And here we had a personal chef making this unbelievable meal at the hotel and I proposed on one knee in sawdust in front of a giraffe with a crooked neck.

(Sydney and and her relationship with Vaughn) Sydney: We're fun Weiss: Yeah right, you guys are as spontaneous as my grandparents. And they're dead.

Marshall: Hey, is that a swing set? That looks like my neighborhood.

The Dealer: One couple will get to join our little group and, oh yes, a new convertible, and the other couple, well, will die.

Jack: Irina Derevko collected 19th century literature. There was a small bookstore in Prague that stocked rare first editions. Whenever I was in town I would buy one for her as a gift. Marshall: Oh, that's sweet. Jack: The KGB encoded assassination orders in these pages. Marshall: Well, that's not as sweet.

Sydney: That's how we live Phil, fast.