It would be impossible not to notice you, Caroline. Your essence would hover around me... harangue me until I did.

It's... complicated. And having all bones crack in your body sucks, it really does. But when you're running through the woods, under a full moon, with no thought of pain or... or trouble, just freedom... there is no greater feeling in the world.

She's in her room, searching for a spell that doesn't exist to fix a problem that can't be solved.

She deserves the rest. You should be proud of her. Your 15-year-old just saved an entire city, and no one will know to thank her for it.

I'm your father. I'm always gonna worry.

It's my mess. I'll clean it up.

Hope, if violence is what you need to feel better… then you have the perfect father.

— You're not the one I want to hurt.
— Give me a name.

— Have you decided how you're going to kill him?
— Slowly.

You know, she barely survived this when she was eight. Now she's a budding adult, and she's one human kill away from triggering her werewolf side. Now, you think she's angry right now, you wait until those claws come out and the eyes turn yellow.

All that power… still merciful. You clearly didn't get that from my side of the family.

I had so much fun today. It was just, you know, having our family together and dancing... It was like, for five minutes, I forgot... how crappy my life is.

— We believe in inclusive blending of the species here. So, outside of full moons, vampires, witches and werewolves all cohabitate peacefully.
— Where do you keep the hybrids? In the root cellar?

— Don't have a panic attack about it. It's not like I can kill you, and I'm dying already, so...
— Is it absolutely necessary to destroy this work of art in the process?