Section One, a clandestine anti-terrorist organization, fakes the death of a jailed, convicted murderer and, believing her twin assets of beauty and ability to kill will make her a valuable... See full summary¬†¬Ľ

Michael: Be prepared for anything.
Operations: I always thought I'd regret the things I've done. Instead, I regret the things I didn't do.
Madeline: The pain is bad enough. Don't go poetic on me.
Madeline: Go back inside. Tell your colleagues to do the possible. Then the impossible and then the unthinkable, until he's out of danger. Because when you're finished, Doctor, that room will contain either four living men or four corpses. Do you understand?
Nikita: I'm not a killer.
Michael: The moment I believe that, Nikita, you'll be canceled.
Birkoff: There's no more right or wrong with Michael anymore, Nikita. He's the new Operations. He can do anything.
Madeline: There's been entirely too much externalizing of emotion lately.
Nikita: Section sent you?
Michael: Yes, but they don't control me.
Michael Samuelle: You still believe in free will? In here there's no such thing.
Michael: When I was in there and things started to get bad I thought I was gonna break, but I didn't. I thought of you. You're the only one of us who still has a soul. I'm so sorry, Nikita. We'll never leave this place alive. I don't know what love is anymore... but the only part of me that's not dead is you.
Nikita: Up yours, Birkoff
Birkoff: Anytime, Babe, my number's in the book!
Madeline: Shades of grey. There's no such thing as the enemy anymore.
Birkoff: I can't go out there knowing I'm going to die.
[Nikita pulls out her gun, and points it at Birkoff's forehead]
Nikita: Boom. You just did.
Birkoff: [crying] I'm just so scared.
Nikita: Birkoff, you've got it backwards. It's not death you have to be afraid of, that's the easy part. It's life that you have to worry about.
George: Adrian is very dear to me; if I discover any harm has come to her and that Section One has played even a minor role, I will crush you both figuratively and literally.
Madeline: The doctors say you're going to live, that's the bad news. There is no good news.
Madeline: The world outside these walls is an illusion; it's not really there for us. We're ghosts.
Rene: You once said a person defines themselves by what they are willing to die for. I will die for a belief and you will die because you have none.
Nikita: I don't want special favors.
Michael: Would you prefer to be dead?
Nikita: Thanks for the binoculars.
Walter: Anytime, anyplace, any position.
Madeline: See your beauty? You could learn to shoot, you can learn to fight but there's no weapon as powerful as your femininity.
[Walter, Nikita and O'Brien are leaving the cemetery]
Marco O'Brien: Hey Walter, were you ever in Spec Ops?
Walter: Was in it for six months.
Marco O'Brien: If you were going to stake out this place, where would you be?
Walter: Behind the hedge, six o'clock.
Marco O'Brien: Yeah, that sounds about right.
[turns and shoots into the hedge - an operative falls down dead]
[Birkoff made love to the "fake" Nikita, and is talking to the real Nikita]
Birkoff: Uh, Nikita? Did I make a complete idiot out of myself?
Nikita: No, I don't think so. From what I saw you looked pretty delicious.
Michael: Thanks for the fling. Sex was great.
Nikita: Don't worry Birkoff. You're still my favorite overachiever.
Walter: So how's life in the suburbs?
Nikita: Normal.
Walter: Oh yeah, we all remember normal.
Birkoff: He won't put up much of a fight, most of these scientists are pretty lame. I'm an exception.
Walter: What you looking at, Sugar?
Nikita: Just the best part of my day.
Walter: Keep talking like that and I'll forget how old I am.
Walter: Fear of failure is the only thing that keeps us alive in this place.
Walter: (To Birkoff) Don't talk to me like that! I've been studying these things since before you were in short pants, and that wasn't long ago.