Dr. Brezzel: [about drugs that will hypnotize Sydney] They won't kill you. But depending on what they are, your dreams just might.
Sydney Bristow: I suppose I owe you a "thank you."
Arvin Sloane: Sydney, as long as you're alive, you'll never owe me a thing.
Arvin Sloane: My foundation gives grants to various researchers. One of these men has in development a non-invasive therapy for treating long-term severe amnesia.
Sydney Bristow: If this therapy works, why didn't you mention it before now?
Arvin Sloane: Well, Sydney, until now I didn't think you'd be willing to accept my help.
Lauren Reed: [to Sydney] So, I was an idiot. Michael tried to tell me about Lindsey, but I couldn't believe what he was saying. So... so, I did what I always do. I followed the rules.
Sydney Bristow: What happens if what we're looking for isn't metal?
Jack Bristow: Then we're screwed; it isn't an unfamiliar situation.
Sydney Bristow: I've been through too much with him; I don't trust that man. I still can't believe that you don't feel the same.
Jack Bristow: What I'm feeling is irrelevant. In conspiring to save you from the NSC, Sloane's also given us all the ammunition we'd ever need to invalidate his pardon agreement. He's put his life in our hands.
Sydney Bristow: What are we saying they want?
Arvin Sloane: What about the Rambaldi device?
Sydney Bristow: You'd like that, wouldn't you.
Arvin Sloane: Sydney, I know what you're thinking. Why don't you ask yourself, if the device was so valuable to me why did I let it go?
Sydney Bristow: For your freedom. You traded it for your pardon. Here's your chance to get it back.
Jack Bristow: Once we make the exchange, the device will be destroyed. No one will have it.
Lauren Reed: I know how hard this might be for you...
[Sydney punches her]
Lauren Reed: .
Sydney Bristow: That was for turning me in to Lindsey.
NSC Director Robert Lindsey: Where's Sydney Bristow? You covered for her once, and it cost you your job. Do it again, this cell will be your home for the next 10 years.
Marcus Dixon: My lawyer's name is Shelly Bird.
NSC Director Robert Lindsey: Your only play here is to tell where Sydney Bristow is and who broke her out. Was it her father?
Marcus Dixon: What I know here is that sending agents to arrest me in front of my children is one of the last mistakes you'll ever make as Senior Director of the NSC. I've known men like you. Men who pretend to be patriots. You are always revealed.
Jack Bristow: I used to think you didn't have much of a spine.
Michael Vaughn: And has that assessment changed?
Jack Bristow: No.
[Jack smiles ever so slightly]
Dr. Brezzel: I wasn't expecting you until Tuesday, and, um, uh... then I realized that it is, it's Tuesday. You've come to me at a really awkward time...
Dr. Brezzel: I don't know anything about you, except that I'm not supposed to know anything about you.
Jack Bristow: Suffice to say there are people who are under the impression that my daughter has committed a crime. Her memories are the only things that can exonerate her.
Dr. Brezzel: Be aware that if you encounter a new memory, it might be traumatic.
Sydney Bristow: But it won't necessarily be real.
Dr. Brezzel: Oh, it will be to you.
Sydney Bristow: [On Sydney's dream] You don't have a wedding ring.
Michael Vaughn: I thought we'd go to Santa Barbara first and see how that went...
Sydney Bristow: You're not married?
Michael Vaughn: You really hit your head, didn't you?
Michael Vaughn: She was knocked unconscious after the fight. How can she remember anything that happened after that?
Dr. Brezzel: Because unconsciously the mind can still establish transhistorical accounts of the real world.
Jack Bristow: Meaning even with her eyes closed, her other senses were alert?
Dr. Brezzel: Yes, thank you. And based upon those senses, her brain will construct an accurate but incomplete memory of the events that followed.
Dr. Brezzel: [about Sydney] She's in a tangent.
Kaya: I was in a tangent once.
Jack Bristow: How nice for you.
Dr. Brezzel: She's still in beta, but she's dreaming... that just doesn't happen.
Sydney Bristow: I can't help it, I just miss you. I do.
Michael Vaughn: You know we can't do this.
Sydney Bristow: Give me a break, it's a dream... we can do whatever we want. At least, I can.
Jack Bristow: Forensic analysis leads Marshall to believe that whoever this hand belonged to was alive as recent as four months ago.
Sydney Bristow: It couldn't have been Lazarey because I killed him last year.
Jack Bristow: Unless, you didn't.
NSC Director Robert Lindsey: I plan on making the trade. During the exchange, I want Sydney Bristow taken out.
Arvin Sloane: Ah, I see. She has something on you.
Arvin Sloane: What guarantee do I have that this isn't some form of entrapment?
NSC Director Robert Lindsey: Because I know what you're up to, Mr. Sloane. I can see your big picture. I know your endgame. I even have proof.
Jack Bristow: You're sure the DNA matched Lazarey's?
Lauren Reed: Yes. Which means that Sydney did not kill him... Lindsey has nothing on her. She can come home.
Sydney Bristow: [On Sydney's dream] I've never heard of a Saint Aidan.
Marcus Dixon: They're hard to find.
Eric Weiss: [On Sydney's dream] Syd, you made it! I hope you're ready for an expensive lesson in the art of gambling...
Sydney Bristow: I'm looking for that building.
Eric Weiss: Try the kitchen.