Michael Vaughn: The fact that you're letting me see this place means: it's not your only one, is it?
Jack Bristow: You're smarter than you look.
Lauren Reed: [to Vaughn] He's asked me to go with him: as an observer of Sydney's interrogation. Clearly, he's got nothing to hide.
Jack Bristow: We're waiting for Sloane.
Michael Vaughn: You called Sloane on this?
Jack Bristow: You and I will be the prime suspects behind any attempt to free Sydney from NSC custody. Sloane has agreed to make it seem as if it were the work of the Covenant. Do I trust him on this? Not necessarily.
Lauren Reed: But Sydney's made it very clear she doesn't remember anything.
NSC Director Robert Lindsey: But when we searched her flat in Rome, we found a coded message taped to the underside of her desk. Now, if she can decode that message, it may help us infiltrate or even take down the Covenant.
Lauren Reed: What if she doesn't recognize the code?
NSC Director Robert Lindsey: As long as she demonstrates a willingness to cooperate, that surgery will be nothing more than a threat.
Sydney Bristow: You better make sure I'm a vegetable when you're done with me...
Lauren Reed: No, I'm sorry, but if I'm going to chronicle our treatment of Sydney Bristow, I need to see how she's being treated.
NSC Director Robert Lindsey: How do you suppose it was that Sydney Bristow knew to flee the country before she was even aware the NSC wanted to take her into custody?
Marshall Flinkman: Forensics guys are monitoring the network.
Michael Vaughn: Isn't there any way to bypass that?
Marshall Flinkman: Of course... it's me, but...
[He goes to get something]
Marshall Flinkman: . I give you the codes, you're gonna bust her out, aren't you? Kick some NSC booty? Can I just say... love.
Jack Bristow: I've been trying to think of a single reason why you saved my life. The only conclusion I've come to is that it would incur some feeling of debt on my part.
Arvin Sloane: As usual, Jack, you're in danger of outsmarting yourself.
Arvin Sloane: You and Sydney still believe I'm pursuing some hidden agenda. Now, whatever you may perceive that agenda to be, clearly it would be easier to obtain if you were both dead, given that you're my most vocal detractors - my most capable antagonists.
Jack Bristow: Or you need us for something. Something you believe only we can provide.
Arvin Sloane: You and Sydney are my absolution, my penance. You're all I have left.
Cambell: [to Sydney] Your personality profile reveals your one major weakness: empathetic suffering is harder for you to sustain than physical torture. So... thanks for caring.
Jack Bristow: [Syd pauses after seeing Sloane in the helicopter] He's with us. Get in!
Sydney Bristow: They wanted a code deciphered. That's what all of this was about: a code.