C.I.A. Therapist Dr. Judy Barnett: Did you purchase a Christmas gift for Agent Bristow?
Vaughn: Uh... I'm not familiar, Dr. Barnett, with the regulations preventing officers from celebrating with their co-workers, a fairly widely recognized holiday such as Christmas.
(Marshall has to infiltrate a German nightclub; he is communicating with Sydney with an earpiece)
Agent Marshall Flinkman: Okay, I'm in. Now what do I do?
Sydney: What do you see?
Agent Marshall Flinkman: Well, a lot of people who are into spanking, apparently.
(a random woman grabs him and kisses him)
Agent Marshall Flinkman: Oh my god, I think I just got hepatitis.
(Vaughn is watching Syndey seduce an obese enemy agent)
Vaughn: I'm going to kill that guy.
NSC Director Robert Lindsey: If you're finished, this is the men's room.
Sydney: Who let you in?
Sydney: Dad... I'm going to find her. I have to.
Agent Jack Bristow: Searching for that woman will accomplish nothing! No good can come from it!
Sydney: I need to know where she is.
Agent Jack Bristow: Sydney, we don't even know if she's still alive!
Sydney: I know
Agent Jack Bristow: Even if she is, it doesn't change what she did!
Sydney: Dad, I know!
Agent Jack Bristow: Do you expect her just to say..."I'm sorry"?
Sydney: I don't know what to expect!
Agent Jack Bristow: Well, you better know exactly what to expect!... What could she ever say... that would satisfy you?
Sydney: We'll find each other... we'll always find each other.
Sydney: Your dancers... suck.
(talking about Sydney)
Weiss: So she gave you a drawer, huh?
Vaughn: It was a gesture of convenience.
Weiss: And, uh, what did you put it in?
Vaughn: Why do you care?
Weiss: What do you mean, why do I care? Do you know how spoiled you are? You know, a drawer! I wish I had a girlfriend to say 'Hey, do you want a drawer?'
Vaughn: I'll give you a drawer at my place.
Weiss: I don't want a drawer at your place.
Agent Jack Bristow: Any complications?
Sydney: Well, I think I lost us about $900,000, depending on the exchange rate...
Agent Marshall Flinkman: (in a briefing, discussing where the exchange of a WMD will take place) Sounds awesome!
(everybody stares at him)
Agent Marshall Flinkman: What? Brazil... Isn't that where they have those... string... not bikinis... what do you call them?
Agent Jack Bristow: Thongs?
Sydney: Why does that guy have such a guilty look on his face?
Francie: Yesterday, Ginger told Rod that Gavin was Ruby's pimp, but Rod didn't even know that Ruby was a prostitute...
Sydney: Who's Gavin?
Francie: Ruby's father.
Marshall: I've lost my keys. Where are they?
Marcus Dixon: Listen, while you're grabbing the Rambaldi manuscript, if you happen to see a sandwich...
Sydney: You got it.
McKenas Cole: Dear person... beating up my men...
Vaughn: Syd, come here.
(sits next to him)
Vaughn: I had it all planned out. I was gonna take you to the beach. Santa Barbara. We'd go out for a walk, maybe when the sun was setting. But now we're here and I don't know what we're jumping into and I may never get another chance to do this again. Sometimes I wake up before you do and I watch you sleep and I'm overwhelmed because you're so amazing and I don't know why I'm lucky enough to have you in my life; that you're here with me. And I know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you trying to make you as happy as you make me.
Sydney: Oh, my God, Vaughn.
Vaughn: Sydney Bristow, will you marry me?
(she kisses him)
Vaughn: Is that a yes?
Sydney: (kisses him again) Ask me on the beach.
(they smile at each other)
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