Broots:
First there's the explosion in the D.C. underground. The there's Miss Parker seeing visions, and the Mr. Raines getting murdered, then unmurdered. And then Mr. Lyle, who used to not have a thumb, getting a thumb and Mr. Raines, who had a thumb, losing his thumb to Mr. Lyle. And then finding out that not only one pretender escaped from the Centre. No, three of them did. And then trying to locate a live psychiatrist, only to find a dead doc and being arrested by a guy who's not really a federal agent. Oh, and while we're at it, why don't we just throw Mr. Parker into the mix?

Miss Parker:
You just can't trust a man with a stolen thumb.

Mr. Lyle:
Stay out of it.

Miss Parker:
Love to. Can't.

Mr. Lyle:
God, you're a crazy bitch.

Miss Parker:
You don't know the half of it.

Alex:
I'm not a psychopath. I'm a sociopath. There's a difference. See, a psychopath is insane. He can't distinguish between wrong and right. A sociopath knows the difference. He just doesn't have a conscience, you know? So he doesn't care.

Jarod:
Let me help you.

Alex:
Now, why would you want to help me?

Jarod:
I have a flaw in my character, remember?

Alex:
No, thanks.

Jarod:
It doesn't have to end this way.

Alex:
You don't know what you're saying, Jarod.

Jarod:
I know that there is always hope. Always!

Alex:
There's no hope for me. Or for you.