Quotes
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Michael Vaughn : Syd, slow down, say that again.
Sydney Bristow : We can ID him.
Michael Vaughn : Who?
Sydney Bristow : Phantom; my contact. I can send you a picture. You can check it against airport surveillance, inbound flights to Cuba. He wasn't alone. Get visuals of the other members of third faction. And track that against where they've been and... and where they're going.
Jack Bristow : Send the photo
[Sydney takes a picture of the corpse with her cell phone]
Michael Vaughn : Okay Syd, we've got it. We're indexing it now.
Sydney Bristow : Vaughn...
Michael Vaughn : Yeah, I'm here can you hear me?
Sydney Bristow : We know what he looks like.
Michael Vaughn : [Vaughn looks at Jack scared] Syd, we got the picture, we're working on him.
Sydney Bristow : We can check it against airport surveillance.
Michael Vaughn : Syd, you already said that.
Sydney Bristow : He wasn't alone, we can find where he's been, where's he's going.
[Vaughn and Jack share a concerned look, Jack walks off]
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Jack Bristow : Marshall; Sydney has a limited supply of oxygen in a coffin. We have no margin for error. Understood?
Marshall Flinkman : Yeah, I understand, I can do this.
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Marshall Flinkman : [Marshall has accidentally shot a man; they need the man's eyes for a retinal scan. Marshall digs into one eye with a letter opener] Oh god. It's oozing. It's oozing everywhere, sir.
Jack Bristow : [via cell phone] That means you've ruptured the macula. The eye is useless, abandon it. Approach the second one gently, like a soft-boiled egg. You're going to need a digging instrument to assist with this.
Marshall Flinkman : [looks in a drawer] I've got a spork.
Jack Bristow : [bewildered] What's a spork?
Marshall Flinkman : It's like a half-spoon... half-fork, will that do?
Jack Bristow : That will work.
