Maya: It's beautiful here, Gabriel. Thank you. I almost feel normal.
Sylar: After you see Dr. Suresh you will be.
Maya: And then Alejandro and I can go back home.
Sylar: What if Alejandro could go home now?
Maya: But I need my brother. He's the only one who can stop me from hurting anyone else.
Sylar: What if you could learn to control your own power? I've seen people's power grow. Do you love your brother enough to let him go?
Maya: Of course. It's... it's just not possible.
Sylar: Well, you'll never know unless you try.
Maya: We should get back. (Maya stands up.)
Sylar: You put him through enough, Maya.
Maya: Me?
Sylar: He gave up his entire life for you, even after you killed his wife.
Maya: It was an accident.
Sylar: You really think he's forgiven you?
Maya: She was cheating on him!
Sylar: So you think she deserved to die?
Maya: That is not what I meant.
Sylar: But you wanted to kill her, didn't you Maya?
Maya: Stop it. Let me go.
Sylar: Where? Back to your brother? He hates you.
Maya: Don't do this. Please! (Maya and Sylar's eyes go black.)
Sylar: If you can control your power, no more innocent people have to die.
Maya: I can't!
Sylar: (voice hoarse) Help. You're killing me. Help... please. (their eyes return to normal.)
Maya: You were right. I did it! (hugs Sylar.)

Maya: So, you are from California?
Derek: California?
Maya: Mm-hmm, on the license on the car, it says California.
Derek: Oh, that. No, I just picked the car up there. I'm actually from Jersey.
Maya: This is very, very close to New York. We are going to New York, my brother and I-
Derek: Look, I can take you guys pretty far, but when we get to the border, chances are they're gonna be looking for all of us.
Alejandro: (in Spanish) What's he saying?
Maya: (in Spanish) He says they'll be looking for us at the bord- (Derek stops the car because there's someone lying in the middle of the road. They all get out of the car to look.) Oh my god!
Alejandro: (in Spanish) What happened to him?
Derek: Dude looks dead. (The three of them turn him over.)
Sylar: (voice hoarse) Help me.

Maya: What is that?
Sylar: A border fence, not finished yet. That is America right there.
Maya: (in Spanish) Alejandro, we made it! That's the United States. (Maya drives through the fence, and police cars surround them.)
Police: Attention, you're in violation of US immigration. We have notified border patrol. All right boys, andale, andale. Come out with your hands up.
Maya: Who are they?
Sylar: They're locals. Not border patrol. They're fake police, just drive around them. (Policeman cocks his gun.)
Maya: (in Spanish) God help us.
Police: Alright boys, this is your last warning. Vamanos!
Sylar: We have to go.
Maya: They will shoot us!
Alejandro: (in Spanish) We never should have listened to him--
Maya: (in Spanish) Alejandro, stop!
Sylar: (yelling) Just drive, now!
Maya: (in Spanish) It's happening.
Alejandro: (in Spanish) Give me your hand! (Alejandro reaches for Maya's hand as Sylar smacks it away and grabs Maya's wrist.)
Sylar: No, no, no, no, no. Let her alone.
Alejandro: (in Spanish) What are you doing?! You'll die!
Sylar: We need to get past these men, these guns. You can use your gift. (Policemen still banging around the car and yelling at them.)
Alejandro: (in Spanish) Maya take my hand, hurry.
Maya: No. (Maya's eyes turn black.)
Alejandro: (in Spanish) Maya, what are you doing!? (men collapse around the car and Sylar's eyes go black.)
Sylar: (faintly) Drive.

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!

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]

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?

Mohinder: [to Matt] Molly faced her worst nightmare for you. Do the same for her.

Mohinder: [to Monica] I'm sure you have lots of questions about what's happening to you. Well, I have some answers.

Mohinder: Have you killed many people?
Elle: [defensively] How is that any of your business?
Mohinder: I guess it's not.

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.