Stiles Stilinski

– You're gonna forget me.
– I won't. No, I won't.
– Lydia, you will. Just remember... I love you.

– I never said it back. I never said it back.

– Stiles… these aren't the keys to the Jeep.
– Well, that's one to your house, another to your room, it's the master key to the school, Animal Clinic, key to the Sheriff's station... Just figured you should have all the copies I secretly made. So...

– I didn't say it back.
– You don't have to.

Love you, guys.

– Are you okay?
– I think so. I finally saw the girls' locker room. It's not that different. It's kind of disappointing.

– I can't believe we're not in high school anymore. Kind of feels like nothing's really changed.
– Everything's changed.

– That thing is conjured from your dad's pain. If he remembers you... he can't believe in her.
– That's why you have to go.

– You wanna split up?
– Never again.
– Thank God.

– Can't believe I'm gone a couple days, the whole place falls apart.
– No, you were gone for three months.
– I was... What? Okay, if they don't let me graduate, I swear to God...

– Okay. Seems like you got an idea, let's disc... Where are you going?
– I'll be back.
– Were we like that?
– Worse.

Okay, how the hell do you "merge worlds?" Okay, nowhere in the manual does it say that werewolves can do that. And Scott and I pretty much wrote the manual.

– They still need us.
– They'll always need us.
– And, you know, I... I need you. You know that.
– I need you too.
– I'm gonna miss you.

– Even from the Hunt, you somehow wormed your way back into his memory.
– Yeah, worming is one of my skills.

– You shouldn't treat your mother that way.
– You're not my mother.

– 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?