Mohinder: Hello?
Sylar: Mohinder. It's me. I need your help.
Mohinder: Sylar?
Sylar: I think I'm gonna do something bad.
Mohinder: You're a murderer. You don't get the luxury of regret.
Sylar: You don't understand. I think I'm gonna kill a lot more people. a lot more. I understood it before, the killing. To take what others didn't deserve. It was natural selection. But this time its different.
Mohinder: What are you talking about?
Sylar: An apocalypse. A massacre. Half the city gone in an instant...They mean nothing...They're innocent. There's no gain, so why would I do it? What possible reason could I have for killing so many?
Mohinder: [dialing on another phone] Wait. Listen. You don't have to -- If you are truly repentant about what you've done. Turn youself in.
Sylar: I can hear you dialing 9-1-1. It was a mistake to call.
Mohinder: No. Wait. Sylar? Sylar!
[Sylar hangs up the phone]

Mohinder: I finally found it. That's it, these four simple genes, they answer everything. I can make a new list. I can find them, save them.
Sylar: And what about me? Don't I deserve to be saved? Aren't I just a victim, too? I didn't ask for this.
Mohinder: And what would you have me do?
Sylar: Help find a way. Give me salvation. Give me that damn list so I can sink my teeth in! (Mohinder walks over to him.) I'm a natural progression of the species. Evolution is a part of nature, and nature kills. Simple, right?
Mohinder: What you've done is not evolution, it's murder. (holds gun up and points it at Sylar.) What I am doing is revenge. Now I can fulfill my duty as a son. (Sylar closes his eyes, and a gunshot is heard. The bullet is stopped before Sylar's face, then drops to the floor.)
Sylar: I wasn't begging for my life. I was offering you yours. (Sylar's constraints rip off, and he stands.) You are your father's son. So determined you didn't even notice I stopped the IV. But don't worry, you might actually do some good before you die. Starting with that list.
(knock on door)

Mohinder: I have something I need to tell you. I have been working with Bennet to take down this company.
Bob: Why are you telling me this now?
Mohinder: Because, I'm unsure if it's right, if it's wrong. And it's time to stop playing games.
Bob: There's a storm coming Dr. Suresh.

Mohinder: I have to do what I think is right. (pulls out a gun and points it at Noah) Start driving. (cocks the gun) Please.

Mohinder: I'm very interested in how you control this ability.
Sylar: Well it's like... riding a bike for the first time. It's a little wobbly, and then I discovered something. A kind of peace. A sense of purpose that can only be described as destiny.
Mohinder: I'd like to take a DNA sample.
Sylar: From me, okay. Uh, sure.
Mohinder: (takes out a cotton swab and hands it to Sylar) Just swab it on the inside of your mouth. (tea starts whistling.)
Sylar: The tea. If you'll excuse me for a second?
Mohinder: Of course. (Sylar walks to the other room, where Zane Taylor is on the floor.)
Sylar: I just swab it on the inside of my cheek?
Mohinder: Yes, that's right. (Sylar swabs Zane's cheek as Mohinder walks toward the room they're in.)
Sylar: Here you go. The DNA sample. (hands Mohinder the swab.)
Mohinder: Thank you. You know.. you should be careful who you talk to about this ability, Zane. There's some people who might not undestand. Who might want to hurt you.
Sylar: Why would anybody want to hurt me?
Mohinder: I don't know yet. But I do know this, there are others out there like you.
Sylar: Really? How many others?
Mohinder: Dozens. And those are just the ones I know about. With more time and research I could find hundreds, thousands! But, uh... you're the first one who's returned my phone calls. But I am going to find them. All of them.
Sylar: I could go with you. I could help you. Think about it, these people could need convincing. Who better to do that?

Mohinder: It is our nature to protect our children. For each generation to pass on their cautionary tales to the next. So it is with the myth of Icarus, the legend of a boy who fashioned wings from feathers and wax, daring to fly into the heavens. His father was fearful and warned Icarus to be careful, begging him not tempt to fate by flying too close to the sun. But in the end, the boy couldn't resist. His waxen wings melted from the sun's rays. And he plunged to his death.

Mohinder: Man is a narcissistic species by nature. We have colonized the four corners of our tiny planet. But we are not the pinnacle of so-called evolution. That honor belongs to the lowly cockroach. Capable of living for months without food. Remaining alive headless for weeks at a time. Resistant to radiation. If God has indeed created Himself in His own image, then I submit to you that God is a cockroach.

Mohinder: Molly's finally settling down.
Matt: I'm sorry.
Mohinder: Did you know?
Matt: No, I'm sorry. The thing is, Molly has to find my father.
Mohinder: That is out of the question.
Matt: A lot of people in this photo are dead. This guy, dead. This guy, dead! Kaito Nakamura, murdered. Angela Petrelli, attacked. This is my dad. He may already be dead, he may be the next victim. He may be the killer! I have to find that out.
Mohinder: Okay, this man here, this is the man I work for. His name is Bob, I'll take you to him.
Matt: Fine. After we find my dad.
Mohinder: You leave Molly out of this! You are asking a little girl to confront her worst nightmare!
Matt: Maybe confronting it is exactly what she needs!
Mohinder: Oh, so this is all about helping Molly? Because to me it sounds like a thirteen-year-old boy trying to make his daddy pay for leaving him!
Matt: And you know everything about daddy issues?
Mohinder: Yeah, I do.

Mohinder: Mrs. Petrelli?
Angela: Yes?
Mohinder: I'm so sorry. It's Peter.
Angela: What about him?
Mohinder: I found this address in his wallet and I didn't know where else to go. I couldn't leave him. He's dead. He was killed. Murdered. He tried to save my life... I was in over my head.
Angela: Get out of here.
Mohinder: I'm sorry.
Angela: Please leave. Now.

Mohinder: Someone's grouchy when they don't get their sleep.
Matt: Molly's struggling. Nightmares, problems in school. I can't babysit her and you at the same time.
Mohinder: And why would I need babysitting?
Matt: You're in over your head.
Mohinder: Thank you, but I'm-
Matt: They abducted me! Kept me prisoner. I know you think you can beat them at their own game but, no offense Mohinder, you're a professor. You're not 007.
Mohinder: I told myself I would do whatever it took to take down the company. That's how I can help Molly.

Mohinder: The sun rises on a new dawn. Yet few of us realize the debt we owe to those responsible for this. To those who dwell among us. Anonymous, seemingly ordinary, whom destiny brought together to heal, to save us, from ourselves.

Mohinder: There are nearly seven billion people on this planet. Each one unique. Different. What are the chances of that? And why? Is it simply biology, physiology that determines this diversity? A collections of thoughts, memories, experiences that carve out our own special place? Or is it something more than this? Perhaps there's a master plan that drives the randomness of creation. Something unknowable that dwells in the soul, and presents each one of us with a unique set of challenges that will help us discover who we really are.

Mohinder: They finally took the bait. They caught up with me in Cairo. I'm in.
Noah: Good. It's all falling into place. Just stay careful and watch your back. And you and I will bring this whole company down.
[over the phone]

Mohinder: This is how you help people? By tazering them?
Bob: Well, that's just standard procedure to make sure everyone's safe. A lot of people we encounter aren't in control of their abilities. But trust me, it's easier to apologize than ask permission.

Mohinder: This quest. This need to solve life's mysteries. In the end, what does it matter when the human heart can only find meaning in the smallest of moments? They're here. Among us. In the shadows. In the light. Everywhere. Do they even know yet?