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Marshall Flinkman : [singing his son to sleep over the phone] Hush... hush... hush little Mitchell, don't you cry. Daddy's here to teach you about Lanthanides. Cerium is first, yes it leads the way. Hexagonal structure and it's iron gray. Praseodymium is next and it looks like brass...
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Sydney Bristow : You guys have to come get me.
Michael Vaughn : Sydney, the hard drives been rigged, it released some kind of a toxin in here. We're in lock-down.
Sydney Bristow : Lock-down; for how long?
Arvin Sloane : We estimate about 36 hours.
Sydney Bristow : What are our other options?
[There is a long pause as Jack and Vaughn look down]
Marshall Flinkman : Umm... excuse me, listen I know you told me you'd let me know if you need anything. But I could do it. I could go to Cuba.
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Marshall Flinkman : Vaughn, can you task a satellite over my position?
Michael Vaughn : [Vaughn walks to Marshall's desk] Alright I'm here, what do I do?
Marshall Flinkman : Well tasking a satellite through the NRO will take forever. So go to the config dot system and my phone has GPS and it should be able to route the coordinates through the system.
Michael Vaughn : Got it.
Marshall Flinkman : Okay, now type K H 11 backslash 8 backslash therm backslash config dot sys. Let me know when your there.
Michael Vaughn : Hang on, I don't see a prompt.
Marshall Flinkman : Well there is no prompt, the prompt's implied.
Michael Vaughn : What, I'm supposed to just type it in?
Marshall Flinkman : Yes, God, Vaughn, this is not that hard.
Michael Vaughn : Well I've never done this before.
Marshall Flinkman : Well I do for you people all the time. Now come on.
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Sydney Bristow : Don't hook up the hard drive.
Michael Vaughn : We know; where are you?
Michael Vaughn : I'm not sure, they... they dragged me to a cemetery, knocked me out, and I woke up in a coffin.
Marshall Flinkman : Syd, are you... have you been buried?
Sydney Bristow : Yes
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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 to infiltrate a German nightclub; he is communicating with Sydney with an earpiece] Okay, I'm in. Now what do I do?
Sydney Bristow : What do you see?
Marshall Flinkman : Well, a lot of people who are into spanking, apparently.
[a random woman grabs him and kisses him]
Marshall Flinkman : Oh my god, I think I just got hepatitis.
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Marshall Flinkman : Syd, this guy buried you alive.
Sydney Bristow : Yeah, but he cheated, he hit me with a car first!
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Sydney Bristow : Well you could tell her the truth. That you had to cut out a man's eyes to save the world.
Marshall Flinkman : Yeah, I can tell her that, probably be best just to keep that between us.
[laughs]
Marshall Flinkman : And I didn't save the world exactly, just Hong Kong.
Sydney Bristow : You saved me.
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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.
