Broots: I, uh, know it's none of my business, Syd, but sometimes Memory Lane can be a dead-end street.
Sandi: Are you telling me you've never been to a strip club before? You know, strange men cramming sweaty wads of cash into strange women's panties?
Jarod: I think I would remember that.
Sydney: You can't save them all, Jarod. You may be a Pretender, but you're human.
Dr. Jason Earl: Jarod, why don't you tell the group what brought you here?
Jarod: A large cop with bad breath.
Jarod: Karma. Ain't it a bitch?
Miss Parker: You mean a shrink, don't you? Thanks Syd, but I'll leave the mental masturbation to someone else.
Jarod: Trust your inner sense, Miss Parker. I do.
Miss Parker: God forgives. I don't.
Claire: Jarod, if you ever wanta get together, pick each other's brains, little one-on-one.
Jarod: Careful Claire, don't cross a line you can't come back from.
Mr. Lyle: When in doubt, lie.
Jarod: Love transcends death. The people we love touch our lives, even after they're gone.
Miss Parker: You shouldn't underestimate Jarod. And you should never underestimate me. And the next time that you send me into a building that is gonna explode, it had better blow, because if it doesn't it's gonna be your gray matter they will be mopping up with a toothbrush.
Miss Parker: Make up your mind, Sydney. Be a scientist or a mommy. You can't be both.