FBI agent: agent walker is on the roof.
[ runs to the stairs ]
olivia: sarah!!!
[ handcuffing the woman ]
sarah: there! thanks for stopping by.
olivia: be careful!
alt!liv: please… stay! don’t leave me here.
olivia: I…[shakes head]
alt!liv: [looks at the wound] what is happening?!
olivia: …will be here.
olivia: she said she has some intel to share with us.
peter: she…you mean…well, this is going to be awkward for all the obvious reasons.
olivia: what are you talking about?
peter: [looking at both olivias] nothing.
alt!liv: I was hoping you’d invite me for some coffee and toast as a friendly gesture.
[olivia looks down]
olivia: it took me months to enjoy my house again after what happened, so I guess not.
alt!liv: it’s a difficult task but I can manage it.
olivia: but your lincoln will be there to help you, right?
alt!liv: hm, it almost sounds like you care. I’m touched.
alt!liv: don’t act like you’ve never imagined…
[olivia smiles]
alt!liv: I’ve seen the way you look at me…
olivia: I don’t know what you’re talking about.
alt!liv: please! it’s not like I wanted to share the room with you. It’s better for the assignment.
olivia: [looks at toothbrush] well, as long as you don’t confuse them, I’m fine.
alt!liv: who is going to the field?
olivia: not you.
alt!liv: then I’ll just wait for you to do something awesome so I can take credit for it.
sawyer: I’ve heard sunflowers are your favorite.
alt!liv: really?
sawyer: well, they could be…
alt!liv: you can’t just show up here.
sawyer: can I come in?
alt!liv: ask me again tomorrow.
sawyer: I gotta say, the blonde suits you.
alt!liv: stop it!
sawyer: why?
alt!liv: not really my color.
sawyer: you’re still the prettiest here.
Alt!liv: you can really focus.
Olivia: [ notices her presence ]
Alt!liv: what are you doing?
olivia: I keep seeing him everywhere and it’s like I know him
alt!liv: let me get you something to drink
peter: forget it, she just doesn’t know me the way you do
olivia: he’s here!
alt!liv: can you hear that?
sawyer: sure, angel. maybe it’s a polar bear.
alt!liv: hey! [shoots the polar bear]
sawyer: son of a bitch!
{ f / l
Rachel: In the future, when a girl asks for some ill-advised sympathy sex… just do it. (she smiles fakely at him)
Ross: (half amused) Wait, wait, (looks around a little) You’re mad at me about last night? I was just trying to do the right thing.
Rachel: (sarcastically) Really? Well, it seems to me if you’d done the right thing, I would not have woken up today feeling stupid and embarrassed, I would have woken up feeling comforted and satisfied!
Ross: (acknowledging the last part of her sentence) Well…
Rachel: Oh stop that!
