Ryan: Nikita, why do you think she turned?
Nikita: She shot Alex. I don't care.
Michael: Give me the damn Glock!
Nikita: Where are you going?
Michael: To get your damn engagement ring.
Ryan: One down, 29 to go.
Nikita: The Dirty Thirty. At least the first one went down easy.
Whatever you say, Boss.
Alex: Here we go?
Nikita: Here we go again.
You are not invisible. You exist. And, if they want to get to you. They have to get through me first.
Division agents only respect what they've been made to fear. They fear me.
Michael: You scare the crap outta me, but I love you anyway.
Nikita: I love you anyway too.
Nikita: I'm the one with my ass on the line.
Birkhoff: I know. (Kisses Nikita on the lips) May the force be with you.
Nikita: Mikey, you can kick my ass when you get back. Okay, buddy?
Michael: Will do.
I've been running from Division for five years. Running and running and running while Percy gets stronger. I'm not running any more! I don't want to go in there, Michael. I have to. This ends today.
You gotta way to play Betamax?