Francie: Let me ask you a question. Let's say you're hanging out at your favorite neighborhood restaurant, you know, with some friends... (pause) Or whatever. You like to go there, you like the food, what color are the walls?
Jack: Er, I-I'm... not really into interior decorating.
Jack: (to Francie) You know, to the Vietnamese and Chinese, the color white means death and bad fortune. (pause) Try red.
Francie: You know what I wann do to the guy who introduced Will to heroin? I want to kill him. With my hands. I just want to kill him.
Jack: I can imagine.
Sydney: I don't support the death penalty, but I hope that she dies for all that she's done. I really do.
Sydney: How's Weiss?
Vaughn: He's still in the hospital, but the doctors say he's gonna be okay. And until then, I've gotta feed his fish.
Vaughn: When she got done with my father, he could only be identified by his dental records.
Vaughn: You're not the easiest guy to work with, are you?
Kendall: No. No, definitely not.
Jack: Sydney, she is the enemy.
Sydney: And so is Sloane. And if the devil herself wants to help me bring him down, fine by me.
Francie: Will, what happened to your face?
Will: You know the one thing they don't tell you about doing community service? Sunblock.
Sydney: Let's get something clear. You are not my mother. My mother was Laura Bristow. Laura Bristow died in a car accident twenty-one years ago. You are a traitor and a prisoner of the United States government. (Irina looks away) Look at me! We will interact only when necessary. You will address me as "Agent Bristow" and answer only the questions I ask. There will be no personal anecdotes, no comments about my job performance, no condolences or congratulations. Do you understand me? (pause) Do you understand?
Irina: Yes... Agent Bristow.