– You know how to ride a horse?
– Not really.

– They're all sealed shut. Bet you wouldn't mind having a werewolf around right now... to rip them off their hinges.
– Like to have one around for another reason right now.

Oh, God. I found you.

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

– 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.

– 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!

Um... Okay. Listen up, everybody! We've all got to get out of here! We gotta go right now! It's bad, we have to go!

– Hello? Sir? How do we get them to leave if they can't hear us?
– Uh... Maybe there's someone who can.

– You made it out!
– Yeah, barely! What's the plan?
– Steal the horse and get to the Hunt.
– You're kidding, right? I went through all this to keep you from being taken.

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

– 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.

Riders don't bow. They have no leader.

– 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 she's starting MIT as a Junior? How do you even do that?
– She's a genius.
– Real question is how'd you get into UC Davis?
– How did you get into George Washington?
– I don't know. Your dad. The big FBI pops made a call to the little pre-FBI program.