Peter Hale

So the plan is to get Stiles to come up with a plan.

– 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.

– Me? You want me to... stop them? You know how many they are?
– Yeah. A lot of them. So get going.
– There are hundreds of waiting rooms in this train station which apparently now also serves as a high school library. It's impossible.
– We can try.
– Where do you get this implausible optimism?
– Definitely not from my father.

– I don't really have a clear picture of where I was.
– I marked the territory. Visually. I marked it visually.

You have no self-preservation instincts. How are you my daughter?

– You said he was dying anyway. What does he have to lose?
– I can't promise this will work.
– I can hear you. I'm not dead yet.

– We need someone to just hear us.
– I think we already did.

You know we never did have that second date.

Riders don't bow. They have no leader.

Just to clarify, are you planning on biting everyone in the train station?

– We don't exist! And we are already forgotten.
– Somebody's gonna remember me. Either Lydia, or Scott, Malia, someone. They're gonna find me, all right? They'll come for me. Who would ever come for you?

– We're the only ones left in Beacon Hills. If they take us, Lydia will be the only one left to haunt the place.
– That's why I'm the only person that's going in.

– You got a better idea?
– Yeah. It's called, "run like hell." So, leave in five?

– You promised you'd help us. We still need to find the rift.
– I didn't promise I'd help you commit suicide.

I think you need to admit that you have an unhealthy attachment to Stiles.