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Mr. Lyle: "Hey Sis. You got to get out of here."

Miss Parker: "Why?"

Mr. Lyle: "They say so."

Miss Parker: "Why? They're afraid of what he might say or who he might drool on?"

Mr. Lyle: "Truth is don't know, don't care. When this crazy Zulus get this pissed off, all I do is follow orders."

Mr. Lyle: "And now that dad's brains are as scrambled as yesterday's eggs they need somebody else to put in charge around here. Consider me an applicant."

Broots: "The museum people say that doctor Jarod was the funniest archeo-symbologist that ever worked for them."

Miss Parker: "Yes, he's a regular laugh riot."

Miss Parker: "I can just imagine the crop circle deciphering parties of your house."

Broots: "Bodily fluid storage facility. What the hell is that for?"

Sydney: "Blood storage, for anyone important who may need a transfusion."

Broots: "They didn't take mine."

Broots: "Where does Adama get this Triumvirate freaks anyway? They make the Centre sweepers look like anorexic Power Puff Girls."

Broots: "Not to sound cynical or anything, but has anybody seen that little kid lately?"

Broots: "Oh, jeez!"

Sydney: "What is it?"

Broots: "I am so underpaid. Miss Parker owes me so big."

Sydney: "Is that Mr. Parker's blood?"

Broots: "I wish it were Mr. Parker's blood. The only sample of Mr. Parker's in here is semen. Let's get the hell out of here."

Margaret: "My God you look just like her."

Miss Parker: "Next time you slam me like that you better make it count."

Jarod: "My mother is on this island. I have reasons to believe she's in danger. Now is not the time to play Centre bounty hunter."

Jarod: "That's the last shuttle  boat off this island. Answers we both have been searching for could be leaving right now. Please."

Jarod: "She was right here. My mother was right here in front of me. And once again is the Centre that stops us from being together."

Mr. Raines: "You took my thumb."

Mr. Lyle: "You weren't using it at the time."

Mr. Raines: "A digit is the least I could give you for the favor I'm about to ask."

Broots: "Something really strange is going on around here."

Ocee: "That must have been your mother."

Miss Parker: "You sure you're blind?"

Ocee: "Sight may come from ones eyes, but the vision comes from ones heart."

Miss Parker: "Lady, I'm the one who knows what I saw."

Mr. Raines: "It saddens me to see you this way. I know you're in great turmoil. That's why I'm here. I came out of love."

Mr. Raines: "You and I have always been closer than anyone here has ever known, ever suspected. I know you could never truly acknowledge our relationship, especially to Catherine. Because of our bond, I had to come."

Mr. Raines: "Tell me the truth. We don't have much time."

Ocee: "The legend of Carthis is that when brother Vespus and his disciples returned from the crusades they brought with them mystic scrolls of biblical proportions."

Miss Parker: "You mean like the Holy Grail or something like that?"

Ocee: "Something exactly like that."

Sydney: "Terribilis est locus iste."

Broots: "It doesn't sound good. What does it mean?"

Sydney: "Terrible things happen here."

Miss Parker: "I've never seen it rain and snow at the same time."

Jarod: "Well it is the Devil storm."

Miss Parker: "How could a man destroy his family just for his pursuit of greed and power."

Jarod: "Why don't you ask your father that?"

Angel: "There's nothing for you over there. It's over here. Follow me."

Jarod: "Miss Parker are you alright? What's wrong?"

Miss Parker: "She lead me here so I'd know where I come from."

Jarod: "What do you mean?"

Miss Parker: "The crypt keeper's family. They're who I am."

Ocee: "Then my feeling was justified."

Jarod: "Feeling?"

Ocee: "My feeling that the only goodness left on the island is the connection between you and Miss Parker."

Jarod: "It's not exactly the monk's brandy but Ocee says it's good for emotional upheaval."

Miss Parker: "Can she get a truckload of it up (?) to my house?"

Miss Parker: "The pathetic part is that I've been searching for that gift from daddy ever since."

Jarod: "You father, the Centre, manipulation is what they do. The only present they ever left us with was emptiness."

Miss Parker: "Those Parker graves out there go way beyond empty."

Miss Parker: "Which brings me back to wondering..."

Jarod: "Who it is you really are."

Jarod: "The Centre wants us to believe that finding the truth is a mistake, that looking for answers about who we really are is futile and finding any kind of... connection outside their control is wrong. I know you don't want to hear this but you can feel it. You've been a Centre prisoner all these years just like me. And with every discovery you find you're every bit the outcast. Just like me."

Miss Parker: "Why is it that the one person that I've been trained to distrust, to hate, to capture is always with me during the most difficult moments of my life?"

Jarod: "Maybe, it's supposed to be that way."

Broots: "I invited myself into the bathroom window. Look at this. I wasn't the only one who broke into her house looking for her. Somebody beside us is damn interested in finding her too."

Broots: "19-24-86. What does it mean Angelo?"

Angelo: "All about the Parkers. Truth about the Parkers."

Ocee: "My father was good friend of father Theo's. He got all his personal items including the sketch of Angel, which he was clutching in his hands when he died."

Miss Parker: "Did you just call her Angel?"

Ocee: "That's what her father called her. Does that mean something to you?"

Miss Parker: "Everything means something."

Miss Parker: "Evil scrolls, ghosts, a little family arson... All the perfect Parker fit."

Miss Parker: "Call me crazy but I'm ready to believe in curses."

Broots: "Am I crazy or does this mean that Mr. Raines is really..."

Sydney: "Mr. Parker's brother."

Miss Parker: "Ugly son of a bitch. Reminds me of Raines."

Angel: "Papa is the only one who calls me Angel. Friends call me Miss Parker."

Broots: "I've got a bad feeling about this."

Sydney: "About what?"

Broots: "I was passing by the infirmary and that's when I saw it."

Sydney: "You saw what?"

Broots: "Nothing. No one. Nada."

Miss Parker: "I tego arcana dei. What does it mean?"

Jarod: "Be gone for I conceal the secrets of God."

Miss Parker: "Daddy?"

Mr. Parker: "Sure as hell not Santa Claus."

Mr. Parker: "God does not forgive acts of aggression against one's mother. Neither do I, right Angel?"

Mr. Parker: "Long live the Centre."

Jarod: "I can't help it to imagine our mothers holding that box instead of them. And I can't help it to imagine a different ending to all of this."

Miss Parker: "What am I supposed to do Jarod?"

Jarod: "Only you can answer that. I just hate to see anyone miss a turning point when one is staring them right in the face."

Miss Parker: "Leave my mother out if this, okay? I am not her."

Jarod: "Then who are you? Your father? Is the Parker legacy which you want to pass on to your children?"

Jarod: "We've been through a lot together you and me. From when we were kids at the Centre, to the last couple of days. I know that barely our allegiances are the same but I've always felt... I've always known that there's something more to our lives than I run and you chase."

Miss Parker: "Maybe we do what we have to, to get by in this life." 

Jarod: "Maybe we both deserve something more."

Miss Parker: "Just forget what happened on that island, forget that moment of weakness. Turning points only come when you've got something to turn to.

Miss Parker: "I'm sorry. This isn't the different ending you were looking for. But it's just the way the damn story goes, Jarod."

Jarod: "There's a wonderful thing about life Miss Parker. If you change the story, the ending is up to you."

Miss Parker: "Hello?"

Sydney: "Parker thank God!"

Broots: "It's us Miss Parker. We've been so worried about you. Did you just say hello?"

Broots: "Where have you been?" 

Miss Parker: "Somewhere between hell and a turning point."

Broots: "No, this is hell, trust me and it's getting hotter by the second."

Broots: "Your father's soda seems to be flat."

Miss Parker: "Are you telling me that Mr. Raines could actually be my father? I think I'm gonna vomit." 

Miss Parker: "I'm still waiting for my answer."

Mr. Parker: "Not now Angel."

Miss Parker: "Don't Angel me. I want to know which one of you two is my real father. Now!"

Jarod: "You see, now that the scrolls have been authenticated Mr. Lyle and your father, or should I say fathers, are gonna parachute out of here with their prized possessions, the scrolls and me. Unfortunately, I only see 4 parachutes and you Miss Parker make 5.

Jarod: "So if the scrolls become in the possession of the Triumvirate in Africa, the Centre's power base is history and I'm guessing your mother discovered this years ago."

Miss Parker: "And if she found the scrolls, then..."

Jarod: "She would have all the leverage of the Centre."

Miss Parker: "Or the leverage to end it."

Jarod: "Let me ask you a question, did you ever love her? 'Cause's that little affection you've given her over the years she craves."

Mr. Parker: "I love my daughter more than anything on this planet."

Jarod: "More than those scrolls? I find it pretty pathetic that you fashioned your entire life around them and you've never even seen them."

Mr. Parker: "I learned these secrets from my grandfather. There's nothing pathetic about his legacy young man."

Jarod: "Oh yes. Burning his family to death. That's a hell of a legacy to pass on to your - what should we call her now - daughter."

Mr. Parker: "I've read the scrolls Angel and I'm returning them to the sea. It's the only way to stop the Parker madness. The madness that started the Centre."

Miss Parker: "What?"

Mr. Parker: "The scrolls are real and so is the pain they inflicted, especially on your mother. I know that now."

Mr. Parker: "Hang on to something Angel. You can't come with me this time."

Miss Parker: "Are you just gonna leave me here to die?"

Mr. Parker: "Oh no, you'll be alright. That's not how they say it ends."

Miss Parker: "Wait! Daddy, I have to know. Are you...my real father?"

Mr. Parker: "I love you as my daughter that's all it counts. Don't be sad. The new Parker legacy begins with you. God be with you Angel."

Mr. Raines: "What the hell do we do now?" 

Jarod: "Well I would suggest that you un-cuff the one person who can fly this thing and save your lives."

Miss Parker: "He's got 3 wires left. Only one of them is blue. What should he do?"

Jarod: "Lyle, you have to choose carefully."

Miss Parker: "In other words, guess!"

Jarod: "And pray that he's right."

Miss Parker: "I just want everything to get... You know I almost said I want everything to get back to normal. No such thing around here."

Mr. Raines: "After they understood that Jarod broke free on the jet, sadly killed Adama and his guards, then parachuted away with the scrolls, they were forgiving and especially proud of the way Mr. Parker gave his life trying to save what was theirs."

Miss Parker: "Quite a bedtime story."

Mr. Lyle: "It kept us alive. All of us."

Mr. Raines: "They need me, now more than ever, as well as my children. Jarod has to be returned."

Miss Parker: "So it is back to normal."

Mr. Raines: "With a twist. Whichever of you two brings Jarod back will also have a long term future here and a future in the Parker legacy."

Miss Parker: "And whoever fails?"

Mr. Raines: "Be careful when you joke about the headings (?)."

Jarod: "And what about... us?"

Miss Parker: "You run, I chase. That choice was made for us a long time ago."

Miss Parker: "Hell of a life we have here Jarod."

Jarod: "Only this time the first one to find the answers, lives."

Miss Parker: "Jarod the prophecies, if they were real, maybe we could have find out what our future would hold."

Jarod: "If they're real."

Mr. Parker: "The Centre shall rise. The Chosen will be found, a boy named Jarod."