Hannah: What's your plan? Claire: Go get him Hannah: Honey, that is not a plan. That's what we in the military call an objective.

No, Michael was all good. Killed, dismembered, buried, reborn…yeah, just another day in the life.

Talk. I'll just wait' shall I? Because my mission to save this town is of no importance whatsoever next to your girl talk."- Myrnin "Oh, shut up, you medieval drama queen" - Claire

People talk about nature as a mother, but to me she's always been Medea, ready and willing to slaughter her children.

Even in an apocalypse like this, surely running out of Coke qualified as a disaster.

Dammit, Michael, get out of my room, you pervert!” Could you even be a pervert if you were dead? She supposed you could, if you had a working body half the time. “I swear, I’m going to start taking my clothes off!” The cold spot stayed resolutely put until she got the hem of her T-shirt all the way up to her bra line, and then faded away. “Chicken,” she said, and paced the room, back and forth.

Does it give you déjà voodoo how alike the houses are?" "That's déjà vu, and I hate you right now