— Hello, love.
— Who is this?
— Ouch, has it really been that long?
— Klaus...

Your happiness is a part of my happiness.

— Are you having a good time?
— Do you have my crystal?
— No.
— Then I'm not having a good time.

– Why are you being like this? I'm so good to you and I'd do anything. You know, it's just some stupid necklace.
– No, you are the only stupid thing here. And shallow. And useless.

I will never forget you.

Don't make me murder you while you contemplate killing yourself.

Now Mr. Mikaelson is going to explain exactly what he needs you to do. Very clearly and kindly, without even a hint of a temper or frustration.

— Would you even be here if I had longer to live?
— Maybe I'd let you chase me around for a few more centuries. That was always the fun part anyway.

Why are you avoiding her? She's beautiful and smart. So smart! Maybe too smart for her own good... like her father.

Or you can think about what you'll say when you see Hope. Or more importantly, what you won't say. It'll be tempting to lash out, but you'll regret it later.

— After all your haranguing. "Be a better father, become more engaged..."
— I refute "harangue." I am not a haranguer. I gave constructive advice.