Mohinder Suresh: [voice-over] Generations unfold, father to son, mother to daughter. Where one leaves off, the other follows, destined to repeat each other's mistakes, each other's triumphs. For how do we see the world, if not through their lens? The same fears, same desires - do we see them as an example to follow? Or as a warning of what to avoid? Choosing to live as they have, simply because it's what we know, or driven to create our own identity? And what happens if we find them to be a disappointment? Can we replace them? Our mothers, our fathers? Or will destiny find a way to drive us back, back to the familiar comforts of home?
Comic book store Employer: Flight or invisibility?
Claire Bennet: I'm sorry, what?
Comic book store Employer: Do you throw caution to the wind and fly off to save the day, or d'you take the more calculated approach and learn the whole picture before you act?
Claire Bennet: [tentatively] What's the answer?
Comic book store Employer: There isn't one. That's why it's *the* question. Put simply: what type of hero are you?
Danko: [of Angela] She'd never betray her own son.
Noah Bennet: A long time ago I gave up trying to figure out what Angela Petrelli would or wouldn't do.
Angela Petrelli: I've met many men like you, Mr. Danko. My company employed dozens of them. No family, nothing to hold you back, operate in the shadows, doing all the awful things other people just refuse to do. That's what makes you useful - and expendable.
Samson Gray: You have the same thing - taking people's abilities. Am I right?
Samson Gray: I guess the apple didn't fall too far from the tree.
Sylar: I'm not your apple. You don't know anything about me.
Samson Gray: Fish gotta swim, birds gotta fly. You have to kill. It's who you are.
Samson Gray: There'll come a day, maybe tomorrow, or next week, next year, when you realize the... hunt - your entire life - was meaningless and disappointing. 'Cause there's no challenge in it. No, all the power in the world doesn't matter if you've lived an unsatisfied life. But I think you know that already, don't you?
Sylar: I guess, not everybody gets old. Not everybody dies.
Samson Gray: Then you just have that much longer to suffer, don't you?
Samson Gray: Please - I need... that power. I don't wanna die!
Sylar: No, no, no, of course not. Of course you don't.
Samson Gray: It won't kill you if I ta... take it. You'll... heal. You'll be fine.
Sylar: Yeah. But so will you.
Sylar: You're the hunter. I thought you would know when someone was playing possum; when the prey isn't so weak - so easy.
[Samson Gray has asked Sylar to kill him]
Sylar: I'm sorry. You're just small game.
Danko: Bureaucracy, oversight, rules of conduct - none of that applies in my world.
Nathan Petrelli: I don't know what your world is, but it ought to be shut down.