Garrett Douglas

– You of all people, Scott, should know what happens to a lone wolf.
– He's not alone! He's got a pack.
– And Theo's not in it. But I am.
– I'm not in the pack, but... no one likes a Nazi.

– You're the bad guy. I'm pretty sure helping you is a bad idea.
– Good guy, bad guy. When has anything ever been so black and white?
– World War II.

– The rift burns anything that tries to pass through it.
– Perhaps not everything.

– The train is coming, boys. There's no stopping the Wild Hunt. You'll make a fine Ghost Rider, Scott. And I'll have a true Alpha by my side.
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– And then a Banshee, a were-coyote...
– A Stiles.
– What?
– Bad guy, right? I didn't misread that? Oh, God!

I'd almost say you enjoy this, Scott. The pursuit of... utterly futile endeavors.

That was very brave. But pointless.

– He followed our scent.
– I followed your desperation.

– Step back from the diverter. Or I'll make you step back.
– Now that's the German way of doing things. You would've made an excellent Nazi Youth.

You know what the best part about being a werewolf is? Supernatural hearing.

– Maybe you didn't hear me. I said step back.
– And maybe you didn't hear me.

Your little friends are no match for the Wild Hunt. There are too many of us and too few of you.

– We're not letting you through that rift.
– "Not letting" me? I see. You still think you have a say in the matter.