- Isaac Lahey: [Talking to Derek] So your, uh... your sister... yeah, it's - it's bad timing, I'm sorry. I'll ask later. It's fine...
- [Sees Derek's face]
- Isaac Lahey: Or, never. Yeah, yeah, I'm good with never.
- Mr. Argent: First of all, why would I care about anyone related to Derek? And, second, I don't know this kid Boyd. I don't even know his last name.
- Scott McCall: Boyd is his last name.
- Mr. Argent: What's his first name?
- Scott McCall: Vernon.
- Mr. Argent: Eh.
- Stiles: All three were virgins... and they're all gonna have the same three injuries - strangled, throat slashed, head bashed in. It's called the threefold death.
- Scott McCall: So if these aren't random killings, then what are they?
- Stiles: Sacrifices. Human sacrifices.
- Stiles: [On the phone with Scott] Throat ripped out, blood everywhere. It's like the frickin' shining over here. Two little twin girls come out of the woods, start asking me to play with them forever and ever, I'm not gonna be surprised.
- Lydia Martin: The answer is - I have no clue how I ended up finding that body. I didn't even know where I was until I got out of the car.
- Stiles: Yeah, but the last time something like this happened...
- Lydia Martin: I know. Derek's uncle.
- Stiles: Peter.
- Stiles: Lydia, are you okay?
- Lydia Martin: I'm okay. That, over there...
- [Gestures to the body]
- Lydia Martin: Not okay.
- Stiles: Yeah, all right. I'm gonna call my dad.
- Lydia Martin: I already called 911.
- Stiles: You called the police before you called me?
- Lydia Martin: I'm supposed to call you first when I find a dead body?
- Stiles: Yes!
- Lydia Martin: Mom, do you hear me? Of course you didn't. You would have heard me screaming like a lunatic.
- [Looks at the moon]
- Lydia Martin: Lunatic.
- Scott McCall: Just curious, is there a reason the gun is still pointed at me?
- Mr. Argent: Well, there's probably still some part of me that wants to shoot you.
- Scott McCall: I get that.
- Lydia Martin: Are you really gonna go without asking me the question that you've been dying to ask me?
- Stiles: Well, I'm not... I haven't been dying to ask anything. I... no questions here for Stiles. Nothing.
- Lydia Martin: I can see it on your face.
- Stiles: Maybe my face just has, like, a naturally interrogatory expression.
- Lydia Martin: Well, your interrogatory expression is getting on my nerves.
- Mr. Argent: These are ultrasonic emitters. It's one of the tools we use to corral werewolves, pushing them into a direction we want them to run. Gives off a high-pitched frequency that only they can hear.
- Isaac Lahey: [Him, Scott and Derek have their hands over their ears] God, no kidding!
- Peter Hale: [to Derek] Let Scott deal with it. Let him be the hero of his morally black and white world. The real survivors, you and I, we live in shades of gray. Then again, even if you did kill them, you're still an alpha. You can always make more werewolves.
- Derek Hale: Cora's alive.
- Peter Hale: So I heard. Let's throw the reunion party when she's not an unstoppable killing machine.