Claire (à Gillian) : "I'm willing to let your child wither and die inside you if that's what's required. Neither of us wants that. Now tell me, am I really the sort of enemy you want to make ?"

Frank : "Did you think I'd forgotten you ? Perhaps you hoped I had. Don't waste a breath mourning Ms. Barnes. Every kitten grows up to be a cat. They seem so harmless at first, small, quiet, lapping up their saucer of milk. But once their claws get long enough, they draw blood, sometimes from the hand that feeds them. For those of us climbing to the top of the food chain, there can be no mercy. There is but one rule : hunt or be hunted. Welcome back."