Sydney: Why did the NSC want me in on this?
Lauren: I wanted you…
Lauren: …Michael said you were the best.
Sydney: You know, peach isn’t really in this season.
Vaughn: I heard peach was the new green.
Sydney: I thought beige was the new green…
Vaughn: No, beige is the new peach.
Sydney: Okay…
Vaughn: You’ve got a lot of reading to do…
Vaughn: I’m losing the signal!
Weiss: I’m aiming the mic right at her…
Vaughn: I should have worn the ring…
Weiss: Get over yourself, okay? No one aims the mic like I do…
Sloane: I remembered seeing her with Vaughn…their relationship reminded me my own with my late wife… It was the kind of…bond…that even death cannot sever. Hmmm. Well, apparently I misjudged. (you have to love Sloane for this :lol: )
Sydney: Sorry…
Weiss: Whatever she just did, man…She’s good…she is really good…
Sydney: Okay, I know you think this op is too dangerous for me to continue…
Vaughn: Yes, I do… but that’s not what I was gonna say.
Sydney: So…What?
Vaughn: I’ve never worked with anyone who can improvise better than you can…but when Simon called you Julia…your reaction…you didn’t seem surprised.
Sydney: Vaughn…
Vaughn: No…tell me what’s going on.
Vaughn: Look, I know we’re not where we were…but even before then, professionally, we never kept secrets from each other. I’m still on your side…
Sydney: You’re right…we’re not where we were. And trust me when I tell you, I am doing you a favor by keeping you out of it.
Vaughn: No, that is not gonna work with me…
Sydney: It’s gonna have to… I can’t afford to make a distinction between professional and personal; not in my life. I mean, this job took two years from me. Everything is personal.
Sydney: As much as I wish I could trust you…the responsibilities you have now require me not to.
Vaughn: Responsibilities!? What the hell does that mean!? What…Lauren!?
Vaughn: What, because she’s NSC, or because she’s my wife!? Or is that distinction irrelevant!?
Sydney: I’m not punishing you… You think I am…I’m not.
Weiss: What? Somebody die?
Sydney: What peaked his interest was hearing Simon Walker call me Julia and then kiss me like his prom date! I can’t compel Vaughn to stop being curious.
Marshall: Yeah, it shouldn’t take longer than a couple of minutes. Now, I know what you’re wondering…boy or girl? Well, she won’t tell me…
Carrie: Marshall, I don’t know!
Marshall: She knows. That’s okay, though, because I’ve come up with a solution…to solve…this predicament… Unisex names. Now…this is what I’ve come up with…so far: Jody, Sam, Alex, Andy, Francis, Frank…that could be with a “ph”. Randy, Terry, Jan, Don…
Marshall (picking up the safe cracking device and holding it toward Carrie’s stomach): You know…I could find out right now…
Carrie: Touch me with that thing and you die!
Walker: …I thought to myself…now there is a very beautiful woman…who knows how to deceive!
Sydney: What you don't believe me?
Walker: No! No, sweetherat, I don't.
Walker: Babe...
Sydney: Now I remember why I left.
Sydney: Wait... Wait... If he's been lying to me all this time, he's put me in danger. I wanna do it... I wanna do it!
Sydney: You never should've betrayed me
I think that's about it. I probably will remember something else later. Oh! and sorry, I probably didn't get some of them right...