Maya: You're nothing like you said you were. Alejandro was right about you all along.
Sylar: You wanna get rid of your powers, I want mine back. After Suresh fixes me, I'll gladly take yours off your hands. There's a bed over there. Stay put, stay calm, and remember... (holds up gun)
Molly: Mohinder!
Mohinder: It'll be okay, Molly, I promise.
Sylar: So this is your... laboratory, huh? I killed that artist, Isaac Mendez, right on this very spot.
Mohinder: I'm going to have to take a sample of your blood.
Sylar: Why?
Mohinder: You self-diagnosed. I need to know what strain of the virus you have, or if you even have it at all.
Sylar: Just give me the remedy.
Mohinder: It doesn't work like that. The wrong dosage will kill you. (allows Mohinder to take his blood.)
Sylar: Your father helped me find my gift, now here you are restoring it. Life has its poetry, doesn't it?
Mohinder: My father, who you murdered.
Sylar: Your father, who betrayed me. Don't make that same mistake, Mohinder. (Mohinder roughly inserts needle to take his blood.) Ouch!

Meredith: All right, we'll start at the beginning. Survival.
Claire: I've already mastered survival. I need to learn how to fight.
Meredith: There are some things you can't fight, Claire. [manifests her power and begins heating up the metal box]

Meredith: They're trickin' you because you're dumb! You know what Daddy used to say; "God gave you a big sister instead of a brain".

Messenger: So, what happens to Hiro in this one?
Isaac: Promise you won't post any spoilers?
Messenger: The future? How do you come up with this stuff?!
Isaac: It's a gift. Speaking of which... (hands messenger his sketchbook.)
Messenger: Your sketchbook? You serious!?
Isaac: Hold on to it. It might be worth something some day.
Messenger: Thank you!

Micah: We could be like the Fantastic Four! Minus one, but still.

Micah: We need to be heroes like Dad.
Niki: Being a hero is what got your father killed.

Michelle: [answering cell phone] Hey. No, he's still sleeping. What can I say? The guy is tired. He's waking up, I'll have to call you later. (to Sylar) Good morning sleepyhead! You wanna go for a dip?
Sylar: Where am I?
Michelle: We're in Maui. Nice, huh? Feel those trade winds.
Sylar: Who are you?
Michelle: I'm Michelle. (reaches out to shake hands.) I used to go by Candice, but ever since I pulled you off Kirby Plaza, the police have kind of been looking for my old self. I'm going for a new look. (shakes her hair around) What do you think?
Sylar: You dragged me off Kirby Plaza?
Michelle: After you got stabbed through the chest with a samurai sword. Eight surgeries later, and here we are. Which reminds me, don't try to move or you'll rip your stitches. Daiquiri?
Sylar: Stitches? There's nothing there.
Michelle: I covered them up. I make illusions, it's kind of my thing.
Sylar: So none of this is real? Show me what's really going on here.
Michelle: Honey, you really don't wanna know.
Sylar: Show me! (scenery changes and Sylar looks down at his stomach wound, tries to get up, and starts screaming in pain.)
[discussing Claire cutting off her toe]

Millie: [to Angela] You look like you were mugged and the first thing they took was your dignity.

Mohinder Suresh: [ending voiceover] There is good, and there is evil. Right, and wrong. Heroes and villains. And if we are blessed with wisdom, then there are glimpses between the cracks of each where light streams through. We wait in silence for these times, when sense can be made. When meaningless existence comes into focus, and our purpose presents itself. And if we have the strength to be honest, and what we find there, staring back at us, is our own reflection. Bearing witness to the duality of life. And each one of us is capable of both the dark, and the light.. the good and evil, of either, of all. And destiny, while marching ever in our direction can be rerouted by the choices we make. By the love we hold on to, and the promises we keep.

Mohinder : [ending voiceover] Generations unfold -- father to son, mother to daughter. Where one leaves off, the other follows, destined to repeat each other's mistakes, each other's triumphs. For how do we see the world if not through their lens? The same fears, the same desires? Do we see them as an example to follow, or as a warning of what to avoid? Choosing to live as they have, simply because it's what we know, or driven to create one's own identity? And what happens when we find them to be a disappointment? Can we replace them? Our mothers, our fathers? Or will destiny find a way to drive us back? Back to the familiar comforts of home?

Mohinder : [voiceover] There are many ways to define our fragile existence, many ways to give them meaning. But it is our memories that shapes its purpose and give it context. The private collection of images, fears, loves, regrets... we choose the important of each. Building our own unique histories, one memory at a time. Hoping the ones we chose to remember don't betray us or trap us. Forces the cruel irony of life that we are destiny to hold the dark with the light, the good with the evil. This is what separates us, what make us human. And at the end, we must fight to hold on.

Mohinder: (rings doorbell) Hello? Zane Taylor?
Sylar: Yes. You must be Dr. Suresh. Come on in. Can I get you some tea?
Mohinder: Sorry it took me so long to get here.
Sylar: No, it's no problem. Is Earl Grey okay?
Mohinder: Yes, that'll be fine. (Sylar moves to other room and begins to make tea.) You um, sounded rather alarmed on the phone. You semeed to have calmed down some.
Sylar: I had a kind of epiphany about it this morning. Are you familiar with Abraham Maslow, the peak experience?
Mohinder: No, I'm afraid not.
Sylar: It's, um.. a single moment that takes you out of yourself. Makes you feel very tiny, or very large.To some extent one with life, or nature, or god.
Mohinder: ...I see.
Sylar: Like seeing all the pieces of a puzzle fit together. All this time I was trying to fight it. Deny it. But there is no shame in having this ability, is there?
Mohinder: None whatsoever. It would be like denying you have brown eyes.
Sylar: Right. So um, I guess that you- you want to see my ability.
Mohinder: Yes! I mean, I'm quite anxious to document it.
Sylar: (pulls out toaster.) You might want to step back, that looks like a nice jacket. (He places his hand over the appliance and melts the toaster)
Mohinder: My god.
Sylar: You want to see it again?
Mohinder: (chuckles and smiles nervously)

Mohinder: (voiceover) It is man's ability to remember that sets us apart. We are the only species that is concerned with the past. How memories give us voice. And to bear witness to history so that others might learn. So that they might celebrate our triumphs and be warned of our failures.

Mohinder: (voiceover) There are many ways to define our fragile existence. Many ways to give it meaning. But it is our memories that shape its purpose and give it context. The private assortment of images, fears, loves, regrets. For it is the cruel irony of life that we are destined to hold the dark with the light. The good with the evil. Success with disappointment. This is what separates us. What makes us human. And in the end, we must fight to hold on to.

Mohinder: (voiceover) When confronted by our worst nightmares, the choices are few. Fight, or flight. We hope to find the strength to stand against our fears but sometimes, despite ourselves, we run.What if the nightmare gives chase? Where can we hide then?