The Safe House - Wiretaps

Lindsey: I understand the Director of Intelligence has already conveyed his desire to transfer authority over this task force from your agency to mine. I expect you to cooperate fully.
Dixon: No. Not exactly. I explained to my superiors that the decision was mine... to withhold information from the NSC regarding Sydney Bristow's involvement in the Lazarey murder. And that the members of my staff in question were acting under direct orders from me.

Lindsey: I'm pulling your clearance until further notice.
Dixon: Mr. Lindsey, I would expect nothing less from you.

Lindsey: Well, of course, you'll be questioned as well. Let's not make this any harder than it has to be.
Vaughn: It's too late for that. (to Lauren) I need to talk to you right now.

Vaughn: Sydney is in Lindsey's custody because of you!
Lauren: The Lazarey murder was my assignment! Sydney murdered a Russian diplomat!
Vaughn: Okay, stop! Don't act like this is your first day on the job!

Lauren: What you're suggesting is that I willfully participate in an orchestrated cover up!
Vaughn: No, but I would have hoped you'd be a person about this!

Vaughn (to Lauren): I'm not concerned about myself right now...

Lauren: Michael... for whatever reason, you're overreacting to this. I don't know how long I'll be gone. So I guess I'll see you...

Vaughn: Jack, I wanna be a part of it.
Jack: If I knew what you were talking about, I'd refuse anyway.
Vaughn: Come on... I've already thought of half dozen scenarios to help Sydney. Lindsey has to be shut down! He already...
Jack: Did your scenarios take into account that helping Sydney at this point will require breaking at least a dozen federal laws?
Vaughn: Just the fact that you're telling me this, means you have something planned! Damn it, let me help! If something happens to Sydney...

Vaughn: You called Sloane on this!?
Jack: You and I will be the prime suspects behind any intent to free Sydney from NSC custody. Sloane has agreed to help us make it seem as if it were the work of the Covenant. Do I trust him on this? Not necessarily.

Sloane: I told you, Jack... We'd work together again.

Sydney (to her torturer Dr. Vasson): Don't bother negotiating with me! You better make sure I'm a vegetable when you're done with me...

Cambell: They wanted to know about... Iran... when I was there... assigned. What do they want to know about you? (Sydney doesn't answer.) Don't give it to 'em!

Jack (to Brill): I'll put you in checkmate in ten moves.

Brill: You Bill Vaughn's kid?
Vaughn: Yeah, he was my father.
Brill: No kidding. He was a good man.
Vaughn: Thank you.

Jack: Any interest in a high-risk extraction?
Brill: Always. Paint me a picture.

Brill (to Jack): Well, look who's putting the band back together.

Vaughn: You just agreed to pay him two million dollars.
Jack: Three.

Vaughn: What the hell is this?
Jack: Storage.
Vaughn: The fact that you're even letting me see this place means... it's not your only one, is it?
Jack: You're smarter than you look.

Jack (infiltrating FEMA, with New York accent): Yeah! I got a call. You guys down?
Official: Where's Stuart?
Jack: Sick. Got a nasal infection -- freakin' nightmare!

Sloane (on phone to FEMA): As I'm sure you're aware, the people of Los Angeles face a myriad of potential disaster. ... No, we're not just talking about terrorism. In case you haven't noticed, we're due for another earthquake. Plus, because of the recent forest fire, we're susceptible to mudslide. Not to mention the fact that there seems to be a riot breaking out every time the Lakers win!

Sloane (to Jack): If you give me Morphine, I'll be dead before you get to the bullet. And don't get any ideas!

Vaughn: I didn't know you wore glasses.
Jack: Only during surgery.

Vaughn: That's gonna be a little tricky with all the NSC agents crawling everywhere.
Jack: Yes, if only Marshall had a well-trained CIA operative to assist him.
Vaughn: You're starting to like me again.

Marshall (to Vaughn, using his latest gadget): Whoa, nice pores! You exfoliate?

Marshall: Forensic eyes are monitoring the network.
Vaughn: Isn't there any way to bypass that?
Marshall: Of course! It's me!

Marshall (to Vaughn): I give you the codes, you're gonna bust her out, aren't you? Kick some NSC booty? Can I just say -- LOVE.

Sloane: The US government has pardoned me for my crimes, the international community regards me as a humanitarian, and you and Sydney still believe I'm persuing some hidden agenda. Now whatever you may perceive that agenda to be, clearly it would be easier to obtain if you were both dead -- given that you're my most vocal detractors, my most capable antagonists.
Jack: Or you need us for something. Something you believe only we can provide.
Sloane (sighing): Well, you're right about that. No humanitarian endeavor can ever fill the void left by my past crimes. With the death of my wife, you and Sydney are my absolution, my penance. You're all I have left.

Schapker (to Sydney): I'm not Cambell, I'm Schapker. Your personality profile revealed your one major weakness. Empathetic suffering is harder for you to sustain than physical torture. So... thanks for caring!

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