The Pretender: Island of the Haunted (2001 TV Movie)
Miss Parker: [Jarod and Miss Parker are on the phone - talking about the events that had transpired that day] I hope you find your mother.
Jarod: And what about... *us*?
Miss Parker: You run - I chase. That choice was made for us a long time ago.
Jarod: Maybe *that* is the "Parker Curse".
Miss Parker: [wips away a tear] Yeah. Hell of a life we live in, Jarod.
Miss Parker: [picks up phone] What?
Jarod: [slightly annoyed] You've been chasing me for five years, why don't you leave me alone?
Jarod: [after missing seeing his mother by mere seconds] She was right here. My mother was right here in front of me. And once again, it's the Centre that stops us from being together.
Jarod: [talking by a fire - Jarod had just put a blanket around Miss Parker shoulders to keep her warm] The Centre wants us to believe that finding the truth is a mistake, that looking for answers about who we really are is futile and finding any kind of... connection outside their control is wrong. I know you don't want to hear this but you can feel it. You've been a Centre prisoner all these years just like me. And with every discovery you find you're every bit the outcast. Just like me.
Miss Parker: Why is it that the one person that I've been trained to distrust, to hate, to capture is always with me during the most difficult moments of my life?
Jarod: [voice barely above a whisper] Maybe, it's supposed to be that way.
[they lean closer until they are close enough to kiss]
Jarod: We've been through a lot together you and me. From when we were kids at the Centre, to the last couple of days. I know that barely our allegiances are the same but I've always felt...
Jarod: I've always known that there's something more to our lives than I run and you chase.
Miss Parker: [staring out the window of the car at her father] Maybe we do what we have to, to get by in this life.
Jarod: Maybe we both deserve something more.
Miss Parker: [voice breaking slightly] Just forget what happened on that island, forget that moment of weakness. Turning points only come when you've got something to turn to.
[Jarod looks hurt by her rejection. In a slient plee, he grabs her hand into both of his. After a few seconds of staring into each others eyes, Parker yanks her hand out of his hands]
Miss Parker: I'm sorry. This isn't the different ending you were looking for. But it's just the way the damn story goes, Jarod.
Broots: [looking for a sample of Mr. parker's blood for Miss Parker] Oh, jeez!
Sydney: What is it?
Broots: [holding a vial] I am so underpaid. Miss Parker owes me so big.
Sydney: [looking at it with a flashlight] Is that Mr. Parker's blood?
Broots: I wish it were Mr. Parker's blood. The only sample of Mr. Parker's in here is semen. Let's get the hell out of here.
Miss Parker: What exactly is an archeo-symbologist?
Broots: You know... It's the study of the origin of unexplainable symbols passed down through the ages. It's quite an exiting field!
Miss Parker: I can just imagine the crop-circle deciphering parties at your house...
Broots: Where does Adama get these Trimvirate anyway? They make The Centre sweepers look like anorexic Powerpuff Girls.
Broots: [Hiding from guards, trying to time their shifts to be able to sneak into a guarded room] Speaking of Miss Parker, where has she been all day anyway? She could at least have the decency to risk her butt along with ours!
Miss Parker: Evil scrolls, ghosts...
Miss Parker: A little family arson... All a perfect Parker fit. Call me crazy, but I'm ready to believe in curses.
Jarod: [about a statue] Meet the demon Asmodeus.
Miss Parker: Ugly son of a bitch!
Miss Parker: Reminds me of Raines.
Miss Parker: [Answers phone with a shaky voice] Hello?
Sydney: Parker, thank God!
Broots: It's us, Miss Parker. We've been so worried about...
Broots: Did you just say "Hello"?
Miss Parker: What, Broots?
Miss Parker: Are you telling me that Raines could actually be my father?
Miss Parker: Oh... I think I'm gonna vomit...