Anna: This is Concordia. It's like the Taj Mahal, but taller.
Chad: Can you give me some timely buzzwords?
Anna: Free medical care! Eco-friendly!
Chad: I meant NEW timely buzzwords.
Anna: Jobs! Urban renewal!
Tyler: This crappy birthday cake you made signifies that I'm a man now, not some toddler in his Terrible Twos.
Erica: So, no more tantrums?
Tyler: Nope! Not any that I'll capture on my iPhone, anyway.
Thomas: I'm Thomas. I wear a turtleneck.
Marcus: Thomas's Concordias will be V breeding centers.
Anna: Once we ... destroy the human soul!! Mwuh-ha-ha-ha-haaaa!!!
Thomas: "T" for turtleneck, "T" for Thomas.
Ryan: Let's kill Anna.
Agent Chris: Hey Erica, care for some light, suggestive banter?
Erica: With my ex, maybe. Be right back. Hey, Joe, here's the real deal on the V's.
Erica: Wanna get back together?
Neil: As a hard-bitten news boss, I say you've gone p*ssy, Chad!
Chad: I don't have to take that from a lumpy version of Ryan! Grrr! Mad dog reporter! Ruff! Ruff!
Lisa: Tyler, for your birthday, I have a box for you to open--
Lisa: -- and here it is.
Tyler: Oh. Hey, a moving photograph. How Harry Potter.
Joe & Erica: Hi, son! We're back together! Here's a vintage Harley!
Lisa: [under her breath] F*ckers!
Anna on Spy-Cam: I'll show these puny humans TRUE one-upsmanship!
Ryan: Here's a bold, big-picture statement!
Erica: I'll raise you an empty threat!
Jack: Care for some moralistic blather?
Erica: From you? Always.
Anna: Happy Birthday, Tyler! Here's your own spaceship!
Tyler: From a crappy cake to a spaceship? At this rate, I'll have my own planet by midnight!
Erica: [under her breath] F*cker!
Newshound Carrie: Tough observations!
Neil: Daytime Emmy, totally.
Erica: I'm going to play both sides. What do you two sides think of that?
Fifth Column: Yay!
Thomas: The destruction of the humans is nigh!
Anna: This opportunity for over-the-top pronouncements pleases me.
Erica: Evening gown and thigh-holster.
Joe: I feel no need for further discussion.
Anna: Ryan, you must infiltrate Fifth Column further, or your daughter suffers!
Ryan: Don't you have ANYTHING else to say to me?! Ever?!
Newshound Carrie: Anna, can I ask you really obvious questions?
Anna: If I can respond with transparent evasion, ask away.
FBI: [singing] The Feds are gonna have their way ... toni-i-ight!
Fifth Column: [singing] Fifth Column's gonna get it on ... toni-i-ight!
Church Rabble: [singing] Tonight!
V's: [singing] Tonight!
Black Tie Guests: [singing] Tonight!
Ryan: Damn, I HATE "West Side Story" references! Time to speed-dial Anna ...
Eli: Hm. They're onto us.
Hobbes: The whole point of this was to kill Anna, and she's almost a clear shot, and our original plan was a bystander-killing bomb, so ...
Eli: Should we kill Marcus instead, to no obvious benefit?
Hobbes: Sounds good.
Eli: Hey, wasn't there some back-alley meeting between you and Marcus once? Are you two in cahoots?
Hobbes: At this point, who the f*ck knows?
Anna's Eyes: J'accuse, Erica Evans!
Thomas: Marcus clings to life. Can I be the new Marcus?
Thomas: All our plans hinge on Tyler. How pathetic is that?
Anna: No, Tyler isn't vital after all.
Thomas: Oh? ... You know, I'm starting to think that our race would rule the entire universe by now if we weren't so damn flighty.
Joe: Trite generalities!
Tyler: Mealy-mouth platitudes!
Erica: Time for crappy birthday cake!
Tyler: Yum! ... So ... CAN I have my own planet?
FBI Chief: Explain tonight, Chris!
Agent Chris: Erica's with Fifth Column.
FBI Chief: Whoa! Good one!
Old Priest: Excommunication on you!
Anna: Ryan, let's re-hash our previous scene.
Ryan: *Sigh* Fine.
Eli: Ryan betrayed us.
Hobbes: It was HIS idea to kill Anna. He had a rationale and everything. And then he changed his mind for no logical reason.
Eli: In his heart, he truly is a V.