- Sheriff Stilinski: What're you doing here?
- Stiles: What do you mean what am I doing here? What? It's a club. It's a club, we were clubbing, you know? At the club.
- Sheriff Stilinski: Not exactly your type of club.
- Stiles: Uh- well, dad- There's a conversation that we...
- Sheriff Stilinski: You're not gay.
- Stiles: I could be!
- Sheriff Stilinski: Not dressed like that.
- Scott McCall: Dude, everyone here's a dude! I think we're in a gay club!
- Stiles: [Surrounded by drag queens] Man, nothing gets past those keen werewolf senses...
- Stiles: All right, any clue where he's going?
- Scott McCall: To kill someone.
- Stiles: Ah. That explains the claws, and the fangs, and all that. Good. Makes perfect sense now What? Scott, come on. I'm 147 pounds of pale skin and fragile bone, okay? Sarcasm is my only defense.
- Stiles: I've got an idea
- Scott McCall: Does it involve breaking the law?
- Stiles: By now don't you think that's a given?
- Scott McCall: I was just trying to be optimistic.
- Stiles: Don't bother.
- Lydia Martin: I know archaic Latin.
- Allison Argent: You know archaic Latin?
- Lydia Martin: I got bored with classical Latin.
- Lydia Martin: So, should I call the police or is there a non-rapist explanation for being in my yard in the middle of the night?
- Allison Argent: [to Scott] Why wouldn't I want anything that lets me be with you? Not just until the end of high school...
- Scott McCall: Well, then you'd better not get into too good of a college. My grades suck.
- Jackson: [chained in the prisoner transfer van] LET ME OUT! NOW!
- Stiles: You know, I put those pants on you. Alright, buddy? One leg at a time. Being all up close and personal with your junk wasn't exactly a highlight of my day. So don't think this is fun for me, either. You know, we are actually doing you a favor.
- Jackson: [Holds up his cuffed hands] So, this is doing me a favor?
- Stiles: Yes! You're killing people... to death! Yeah! And until we figure out how to stop you, you gonna stay in here. Sorry.
- [Holds up two sandwiches]
- Stiles: Now, you want the ham and cheese or the turkey club?
- Stiles Stilinski: [to Jackson] All right, the night of the semi-final game, what did you do right after?
- Jackson Whittemore: I went home.
- Stiles Stilinski: Are you sure about that?
- Jackson Whittemore: Yes, you idiot! What the hell else would I do?
- Stiles Stilinski: You attacked me and Derek at the school, and you trapped us in the pool! You also killed a mechanic right in front of me. By the way, that was lovely. And one of Argent's Hunters. Oh, and last night, you tried to kill Danny.
- Jackson Whittemore: Why would I want to kill my best friend?
- Stiles Stilinski: Well, that's what Scott's out trying to figure out now.
- Jackson Whittemore: Mmm. Well, maybe, he should be trying to figure out is how he's going to pay for a lawyer when I prosecute your asses all the way to jail!
- Scott McCall: You sure everything's okay between you and Jackson?
- Danny Mahealani: Yeah, everything's fine. Did the cops have to take my fake ID?
- Scott McCall: You didn't do anything to make him angry?
- Danny Mahealani: How angry?
- Scott McCall: A scale of one to ten. One being "kind of irritated" and ten... and ten "wanting to kill you violently."
- Danny Mahealani: [chuckling] Jackson's kind of always at a four, but we're good.
- Danny: McCall, what are you doing here?
- Scott McCall: Just seeing if you're OK. And wondering if anything weird happened to you today... Besides being paralyzed from the neck-down.