And, if you act now, we'll throw in a second replicator free.
Ba ba ba ba ba. It's not yours to question the genius only to marvel at it.
Which brings us back to ... put my hardware down, Bitch.
Birkhoff: Lord Voldemort
Carla: Wait, wait a second. Go back. I know that guy.
Nikita: Ari Tasarov?
Alex: Birkhoff, you there?
Birkhoff: Holy crap. You're alive. I thought the Terminator got you.
Alex: Still after me.
Sean: You have a t-shirt I can borrow?
You might as well ask me where Carmen Sandiego is, bitch, 'cause I'm not giving up Nikki!
Nice little place for the evil council of evil to hang out.
Look, Nikki, you're allowed to miss him. But he's coming back. You guys are ... you're meant to be. You're like Bonnie and Clyde, except without the last scene.
Birkhoff: London? What are you doing in London?
Michael: I'm going to visit my son.
Birkhoff: Your what? I didn't know you had a...
Yeah. Nikita Incorporated, Baby. Live and work all in the same space. Just like the Enterprise.
We'll rendezvous on Tattooine. Or, wherever the hell I set up the next rebel base. You know how to contact me.