The Vampire Diaries

– You know, I came in this town wanting to destroy it. Tonight I found myself wanting to protect it. How does that happen? I'm not a hero, Elena. I don't do good. It's not in me.
– Maybe it is.
– No. No, that's reserved for my brother and you and Bonnie.

I get it. I'm the better, hotter, superior choice and you scared now that Katherine's out of the picture, I'm gonna turn all my attention to Elena. But don't worry. Elena is not Katherine.

Katherine never compelled me. I knew everything, every step of the way. It was real for me.

It’s not wrong to hustle hustlers. It’s like killing murderers, a public service.

Your happiness is a part of my happiness.

— They extended your leave?
— I was simply having too much fun to return to battle.
— Your commitment to the Confederacy is inspiring.

— Are you having a good time?
— Do you have my crystal?
— No.
— Then I'm not having a good time.

You have no idea of the future I have planned for us, Stefan. You, me and Damon. No rules.

– Why are you being like this? I'm so good to you and I'd do anything. You know, it's just some stupid necklace.
– No, you are the only stupid thing here. And shallow. And useless.

— You must be Miss Pierce.
— Please, call me Katherine.

I will always choose you.

— First, I'll need someone to escort me to the Founder's Ball.
— With pleasure.
— I would be honored.
— The smart and kind Salvatore brothers both coming to my rescue. How will I ever choose?

You know, I first met Isobel when I was a teenager. I fell in love with her instantly, although I'm pretty sure she never loved me. She was special. Part of why I hate the vampires so much is because of what she became. How it ruined her. And I never would've sent her to Damon had I known she wanted to turn. It's my fault. I'm telling you this because I hope... maybe you'd understand.

— First of all, the Elena I know would always want the real truth, good or bad.
— And second of all?
— You just found out your boyfriend is a vampire, so unless your birth parents are aliens... How bad could it be?

— Mind if I join you?
— Well, you could get hurt. My brother likes to play rough.
— Somehow, I think that you play rougher.