- Deputy Jordan Parrish: What's the number?
- Stiles: That's how much your worth.
- Deputy Jordan Parrish: I'm worth five dollars?
- Stiles: Five million.
- Deputy Jordan Parrish: But I make $40,000 a year. Maybe I should kill myself.
- Malia Tate: Maybe we need to try something different. Maybe we need to think like Stiles.
- Derek Hale: Like a hyperactive spaz?
- Malia Tate: Like a detective. If they're really Buddhists, then maybe instead of asking where werewolves hide, we should be asking...
- Derek Hale: Where would Buddhists hide.
- Ms. Fleming: Has anyone seen Stiles, Lydia or Kira today? Malia. Any idea where your friends are?
- Malia Tate: I could try catching their scent.
- Ms. Fleming: ...Right. How about I just mark them down as absent.
- Coach Bobby Finstock: If anybody sees Garrett, you notify the police immediately. Then tell him he's off the damn team.
- Stiles: Okay, well, we know one thing. Both of the first two keys, Allison and Aiden, they're both names of the dead. Right?
- Lydia Martin: But we've already tried every other dead person's name we could think of. And if you haven't noticed, there were a lot of tries.
- Lydia Martin: Meredith, what you mean you can't tell us?
- Stiles: We just need the third key. You can give it to us in numbers, letters, hieroglyphs. Whatever you want.
- Meredith: I can't.
- Lydia Martin: Then why did you give us the second key?
- Meredith: I wanted to help. That's what I want to do. I want to help.
- Lydia Martin: Great. So help us now. Okay? Give us the third cipher key.
- Meredith: Things have changed. I... I can't.
- Stiles: Why not?
- Deputy Jordan Parrish: Guys, go easy on her.
- Meredith: I'm sorry. I can't. He... He doesn't want me to.
- Stiles: He? Who's he?
- Lydia Martin: Meredith, who doesn't want you to tell us the third cipher key?
- Meredith: The Benefactor.
- Peter Hale: I suppose you're hiding down here because it'll cover your scent. But I can smell a rat. Even in a sewer. It's getting worse, isn't it? The surges of anger. The loss of control. You know, I used to get angry. As a kid, I would even break my own toys in little fits of rage. And then I asked myself, "Why break your own toys when you can break someone else's?"
- Kate Argent: Big fancy guns... Coded death lists... So-called assassins. And not one of you can answer the simplest question. Who's paying the bills? So I'll ask again. Who is The Benefactor?
- Fahey: I swear to God I've never seen him, never spoken to him...
- Kate Argent: I know. See, everybody says the same thing. They don't know who he is. Where he is. "It's all done electronically. I can't help you." "Please, I'm bleeding to death. Please stop, it hurts."