Broots: I, uh, know it's none of my business, Syd, but sometimes Memory Lane can be a dead-end street.
Sydney: The Centre wants him alive.
Miss Parker: Preferably.
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?
Broots: I found something bizarre.
Miss Parker: What, like hair on your head?
Broots: No, that would be fantasy. This is real.
Miss Parker: You mean a shrink, don't you? Thanks Syd, but I'll leave the mental masturbation to someone else.
Jarod: You make the rules.
Miss Parker: That's just the way I like it.
Jarod: Trust your inner sense, Miss Parker. I do.
Miss Parker: God forgives. I don't.
Miss Parker: Maybe I should send you to every Y.M.C.A. in the country first. Or lock you in the Bates Motel with Sydney and Broots.
Jarod: This is about that strip search in Las Vegas, isn't it?
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.
Broots: Have you ever gone to church?
Miss Parker: With all I've seen and done, a church is the last place I should be.
Broots: Or the first.
Miss Parker: Make up your mind, Sydney. Be a scientist or a mommy. You can't be both.
Chosen answer: Well, there ARE people at the Center he wants to protect: Ms. Parker, Sydney, and Broots. Plus, people with influence like the Triumvirate has could stymie any investigation. And telling the FBI would necessitate revealing who and what he is to them, and he might be afraid that the Federal government would treat him as a guinea pig/resource like the Center did. Presumably, when the Center sends out Sweepers, they're "disguised" as law enforcement officials, with official-enough looking credentials to fool the casual onlooker. And just because the Center might have influence in government doesn't mean they necessarily have actual agents present everywhere. Perhaps Jared, in his Pretends, has made sure he's "under the radar." Besides, Jared doesn't KNOW how far up Center influence goes - after all, he wouldn't still be searching for "the truth" if he knew everything about the Center and its influence, would he?