- Nikita: What do you say your name was?
- Businessman: Jay.
- Nikita: *Jay*. That is the deal, Jay. I'm a secret government agent, and I'm working right now, and you're in my way.
- Businessman: Really? You show me your gun, and I'll show you mine.
- Nikita: Can't do that. Is against regulations.
- Businessman: Are you in a mission right now?
- Nikita: Yep. See you in a minute.
- Madeline: Yes, Nikita?
- Nikita: About Birkoff.
- Madeline: What about him? I heard he was quite efficient last night.
- Nikita: Are you planning on send him out right away?
- Madeline: Why shouldn't we?
- Nikita: I think he may need a little extra time to recover.
- Madeline: [with a deep breath] Well, extra time isn't something we have in abundance here.
- Nikita: [almost for herself] I know it.
- Madeline: What is it you're not telling me?
- Birkoff: I can't leave knowing that I can die.
- Nikita: Ahh.
- Nikita: [Nikita pulls out her gun and points it to Birkoff's forehead]
- [darker voice]
- Nikita: You will die.
- Nikita: [triggers the unloaded gun] See. You just did.
- Birkoff: [crawls away from her] You're crazy!
- Nikita: [skeptically] Come on.
- [normal voice]
- Nikita: Then you better get crazy too.
- Birkoff: [crying] I'm so scared.
- Nikita: Scared? Birkoff, you've got it backwards. Death's easy, not to do anything. It's life you have to face. Come on, let's go.
- [last lines]
- Seymour Birkoff: Nikita!
- Nikita: Hey! I see you're back in the saddle.
- Seymour Birkoff: Yeah! You wouldn't believe how disorganized this place can get in a couple of days. I get three FLT chips *totally* reprogramming...
- Nikita: Birkoff, shut up.
- Seymour Birkoff: Sorry.
- Gail: [calling Birkoff attention] These EPROMs are ready for you. Do am I put them in your desk?
- Seymour Birkoff: I'll take them. That's great. Thanks.
- [pauses]
- Seymour Birkoff: Gail. Are we still on?
- Gail: I'll see you tonight, Seymour.
- Nikita: [jokingly] Seymourrr!
- Seymour Birkoff: Don't tell anybody, OK?
- Nikita: Don't worry.
- Seymour Birkoff: Nikita... I'm... not very good on this kind of thing.
- Nikita: Birkoff... you're welcome.
- [as she leaves, softly]
- Nikita: Seymour.