Mag: (to Caroline) Is it going to be weird for you to meet yourself? Face to your real face?
Zone: Nah, it'll be sweet. You were one of those magically delicious super whores. I bet you look great.
Caroline: If I have to kick your ass again...
Paul: The point is, Topher thinks he can flip it, create a pulse to restore all the wiped minds.
Zone: Yeah? He also thinks he's a little teapot, short and stout.
Adelle: Topher Brink is a genius, and you will keep a civil tongue in this house, or we'll put it in the stew.
Caroline: Good to see you've mellowed.
Paul: The world still needs heroes, kid.
Echo: Did you really just say that?
Paul: What? I was being inspirational.
Echo: You are so corny.
Paul: You're... fat.
Paul: You still won't let me in.
Echo: I let you in a few times.
Paul: When you were sure we were gonna die. What happens if you're sure we're going to live?
Echo: What do you think happens? No, no, come on, you're my analyst now, so tell me what you think.
Paul: I think you've got a hundred people living inside your head... and you're the loneliest person I know.
Echo: That's kind of sweet.
Paul: Not for the person who's with you.
Victor: We were born ready. Well, not technically.
Alpha: Victor? Why would someone do something so horrible to your face?
Adelle: Well, I'm very glad you didn't clean up.
Alpha: Yeah, it spoke to the schizophrenic in me. Hmm. Well, both of them, actually.
Mag: Take care of her, Zone. Try not to have any influence on her of any kind. And, you know, look us up in a year or two.
Zone: Not if you paid me. Mag... what, uh, what'd you do? You know, before.
Mag: I was at Berkeley. Sociology. You?
Zone: Landscape architect.
Mag: Would never have called that one.
Zone: People are such a mystery.