Agent Marshall Flinkman: He also happens to own the largest collection of
pornographic art in all of Madrid. Which... I thought was an interesting fact.
Sorry.
Vaughn: I'm going to say something, and it will either be obvious to you or
seem presumptuous, either way I'm going to say it. This isn't working. I've
been thinking about this for a while, I don't know what the hell to do.
Sydney: What?
Vaughn: I think you know what.
Sydney: I need you to tell
me.
Vaughn: You need me to tell you what, that when you're on operations I
can't sleep at night, that when we're in debrief I have to force myself to
remember what the hell we're supposed to be reviewing when all I want to do is
kiss you.
Sydney: Sometimes it is hard to remember what we're supposed to
be talking about.
Vaughn: That's what I'm talking about, and the thing that
drives me insane every day is that the people who would kill us if we were
ever seen together-the Alliance, SD-6, Sloane, are the very forces that
brought you into my life. What kind of a sick joke is that?
Sydney: So what
are you thinking, that maybe we shouldn't be working together?
Vaughn: Yes,
that was what I was thinking, but we're great together, and the more we work
together the sooner the Alliance gets destroyed.
Sydney: So, what are you
suggesting? [Agent Weiss interrupts]
Agent Marshall Flinkman: They're super-swank.
Agent Jack Bristow: If you tell anyone about this conversation, you will no
longer be able to wear a hat.
Sydney: Well, go ahead and raid my closet.
Francie: Thanks...but I've got
boobs.
Agent Marshall Flinkman: It's a digital camera. I have it at 42 exposures,
but I wanna get it to 47 because...it's a prime number.
Sydney: I'm gonna shoot you with adrenaline - we have got to run!
Vaughn:
No. Don't do that.
Vaughn: This watch belonged to my father. It's broken now, but it used to
keep perfect time. And when he gave it to me, he said you could set your heart
by this watch. It stopped October 1st. The day we met.
Sydney: Me too.
Sark: Good luck.
Sydney: I don't need luck from you, you son of a
bitch.
Sark: Wonderful attitude.
