Sydney: Good morning, Miss Parker. Broots.

Broots: Sydney.

Miss Parker: You're looking... refreshed.

Sydney: New underpants will do that to you.

[Miss Parker and Broots look at each other silently]

Miss Parker: Sydney, you made a funny.

Sydney: Stole it, I'm afraid. Last night, I went on a date.

Broots: You had a date!

Miss Parker: [to Broots] That's when two people actually meet instead of typing to each other on a computer keyboard.

[to Sydney]

Miss Parker: So, if it was a date, how can you be sure that those are *your* underpants?

Jarod: Love transcends death. The people we love touch our lives, even after they're gone.

Broots: I found something bizarre.

Miss Parker: What, like hair on your head?

Broots: No, that would be fantasy. This is real.

Miss Parker: Why did you save my life?

Jarod: Because I still remember the little girl who gave me my first kiss.

Miss Parker: Maybe I should send you to every Y.M.C.A. in the country first. Or lock you in the Bates Motel with Sydney and Broots.

Jarod: This is about that strip search in Las Vegas, isn't it?

Jarod: [after asking the foreman about the sulfuric chloride] One more question.

Foreman: Shoot.

Jarod: Valentine's Day. Specifically cupid.

Foreman: Yeah.

Jarod: A corpulent infant, who happens to be an archer, goes around shooting arrows into people and suddenly they're in love?

Foreman: That's about it.

Jarod: And to show that they love, people buy each other chocolate and other sweets? Do they want to be fat, like the infant?

Jarod: Karma. Ain't it a bitch?

Broots: Have you ever gone to church?

Miss Parker: With all I've seen and done, a church is the last place I should be.

Broots: Or the first.

Mr. Lyle: When in doubt, lie.

Broots: I, uh, know it's none of my business, Syd, but sometimes Memory Lane can be a dead-end street.

Sandi: Are you telling me you've never been to a strip club before? You know, strange men cramming sweaty wads of cash into strange women's panties?

Jarod: I think I would remember THAT.

Jarod: Topless?

Sandi: What? You've never been in a strip joint before? Naked women swinging around metal poles, strange men cramming sweaty wads of money into strange women's panties?

Jarod: I would remember something like that...

Claire: Jarod, if you ever wanta get together, pick each other's brains, little one-on-one...

Jarod: Careful Claire, don't cross a line you can't come back from.

Miss Parker: [Referring to her nicotine patch] The only way this thing is gonna help me is if I roll it and smoke it.

Sydney: The Centre wants him alive.

Miss Parker: Preferably.

Jarod: Here you go. Breakfast.

Young Jarod: That isn't wheat grass and tomato juice.

Dr. Jason Earl: Jarod, why don't you tell the group what brought you here?

Jarod: A large cop with bad breath.

Sydney: You believe someone stole your mother's body?

Miss Parker: Except for this Scotch-induced earthquake rattling between my ears, I'm not sure exactly what to believe anymore.

Broots: Let's face it, Sydney. Catherine Parker's body being gone fits in with all the other bizarre happenings around here. The reappearance of Edna Raines, who, after 30 years, everyone thought was dead...

Miss Parker: And now who really is dead, thanks to the Bald Butcher she called hubby.

Jarod: Trust your inner sense, Miss Parker. I do.

Miss Parker: Make up your mind, Sydney. Be a scientist or a mommy. You can't be both.

[Miss Parker's phone rings at 3:44 a.m., waking her up]

Miss Parker: What?

Jarod: Oh, I intentially wake you in your deepest sleep phase and all I get is a lifeless 'what'?

Jarod: You can only be a jinx if you believe in luck.

[Sydney is on the phone with Jarod and Broots is trying to trace the call]

Broots: Keep talking. We've almost got him.

[Jarod flips a switch on a box near his phone, causing a high-pitched sound to terminate any sort of trace to his phone]

Jarod: Tell Broots I discovered RadioShack.

Jarod: Get back to me, Sydney. I'm running late.

Sydney: For what?

Jarod: Justice.

Broots: [to Miss Parker] Is today your birthday? How old are you?

[Miss Parker glares at him]

Broots: Young, I'm sure.

Sydney: [laughing] Here I am, trying to comfort you.

Miss Parker: [looking hurt] As if anything you could ever do would give me comfort?

Sydney: [quickly sobers] It did once.

Sydney: You can't save them all, Jarod. You may be a Pretender, but you're human.

Jarod: You make the rules.

Miss Parker: That's just the way I like it.

Miss Parker: Call the hotel and book us some rooms for this shindig.

[puts unlit cigarette in mouth]

Broots: Oh, Jarod already did.

[Miss Parker lights cigarette]

Broots: They're, uh, non-smoking rooms.

Miss Parker: [takes drag and smiles] Perfect.

[exhales smoke]

Miss Parker: [to Jarod, after he meets her face-to-face] You've got quite a set, showing up here.

Miss Parker: [about borrowing Angelo from Mr Raines] Uncle Fester will never know his Lurch is missing.

Isaac Dexter: So, how long have you been a lawyer?

Jarod: About... seven minutes.

Kyle: [to Jarod after he is injured and they are surrounded] Go! Find our parents!

[gives Jarod their father's medal]

Kyle: Don't tell them what I became.

Kyle: [as he is dying in Jarod's arms] I'm sorry, Jarod.

Jarod: For what?

Kyle: For everything.

[Kyle's hand slips out of Jarod's and he dies]

Kyle: Don't worry, sheriff. I'm no hero.

Miss Parker: You shouldn't underestimate Jarod. And you should never underestimate me. And the next time that you send me into a building that is gonna explode, it had better blow, because if it doesn't it's gonna be your gray matter they will be mopping up with a toothbrush.

Broots: Miss Parker!

[hugs Miss Parker]

Miss Parker: Do you want me to hurt you?

[to Broots' daughter Debbie]

Miss Parker: These are the house rules: no running, no playing, no feet on the furniture, and no noise, which includes crying and whining. Be invisible and we'll get along just fine.

Sydney: How do you think he will hold up?

Miss Parker: Before or after he wets his pants?

Miss Parker: Since when do you hate to fly?

Broots: I don't hate to fly. I hate to barf.

Catherine Parker: Trust can kill you or set you free.

Jarod: I want to know who I am. And I'd rather die trying to find out than live not knowing.

Broots: Actually Ms. Parker, I don't think we're in Kansas any more.

Broots: You know the rumor that JFK was kept alive as a vegetable somewhere? Buzzie claims it was right here in SL-18.

Miss Parker: Yeah, next to the alien corpses Nixon showed Jackie Gleason.

Broots: That was here too?

Miss Parker: You mean a shrink, don't you? Thanks Syd, but I'll leave the mental masturbation to someone else.

Claire: The superior mind always has a way out: a tiny little door marked 'exit.'

Jarod: Well maybe it's time to run for it.

Giuseppe: So full of anger!

Miss Parker: That's my religion.

Miss Parker: I never thought I'd hear you say 'murder is business as usual,' Syd.

Sydney: How come you know so much about Greek lore?

Miss Parker: I did a lot of frat boys in college.

Tom Matthews: You up for a dogfight?

Jarod: Me? I was born for this moment.

Annie: So, you're a doctor *and* a lawyer?

Jarod: And I'm working on Indian chief.

Isaac Dexter: Actually, I offer a very valuable service. You'd be surprised how many cab drivers won't pick up a man in a dress.

Jarod: Really? Why?

Isaac Dexter: The truth is, I'd like to offer my services as your personal chauffeur.

Jarod: No kidding! That's great! Now, you're sure you have a driver's license?

Isaac Dexter: Don't worry, boss. You're in good hands. And I promise to be the perfect lady.

Man, off camera: Hey, baby!

Isaac Dexter: Up yours, pal!

Miss Parker: [groans and bends over in pain] Oh, no.

Sydney: Your ulcer? And no medication.

Miss Parker: Ladies and gentlemen. The fabulous Sherlock Holmes.

Jarod: [referring to the champagne Miss Parker is drinking] That isn't good for your ulcer.

Miss Parker: Neither are you.

Sydney: Bernice and I went to this amusing little place, The Chocolat.

[Broots and Miss Parker burst out laughing]

Broots: You, uh, you, you, you went to a comedy club.

Sydney: New experiences keep my psychiatric skills finely tuned.

Miss Parker: Not to mention that slam-bang wit.

Sydney: Exactly! How many psychiatrists does it take to change one lightbulb?

Miss Parker: [about Angelo] Cousin It woke up and remembered he was Liberace.

Miss Parker: [to Broots] You look like you need to change your pamper.

Miss Parker: Sydney, step back. I wouldn't want you to get brain matter all over your new suit.

Kyle: I decide who lives or dies.

Jarod: [about Kyle whose heart was transplanted into a young boy after his death] Good for you, little brother. Good for you.

Jarod: [after Kyle saves him] They said you were dead.

Kyle: Not hardly, big brother.

Kyle: Ive been angry for so long, so filled with rage and revenge, Ive forgotten what it was like to care about someone.

[upon seeing Lyle after Kyle has beaten him for kidnapping Jarod]

Jarod: Kyle, what happened to him?

Kyle: He tripped and hit his head.

Jarod: [as he rescues Kyle who is still unaware that they are brothers] I'm Jarod.

Kyle: Raines said Jarod was dead.

Jarod: Not hardly.

Mr. Lyle: We both know that this notion of human equality perpetuates mediocrity. But we're not mediocre, are we, Miss Parker? We're independent - and independence - that's a privilege of the strong. Tell me, Miss Parker, how strong are you?

Miss Parker: God forgives. I don't.

Jarod: What do you want?

Mr. Lyle: Isn't it obvious? I want everything.