- Lorenzo 'Enzo' St. John: [tying up Caroline to chair] Look, be happy I'm the one who grabbed you. I don't want to know what would happen if the others did.
- Caroline Forbes: [resists her bonds] Oh, God...!
- Lorenzo 'Enzo' St. John: I am the closest thing you've got to a friend in here.
- Caroline Forbes: Well, fun tip. Friends don't really like to be tied up with vervain rope.
- Lorenzo 'Enzo' St. John: Hush now. Deep breath.
- [ties knot tighter, and she gasps and groans]
- Caroline Forbes: [as Enzo is about to leave] Enzo, please. This hurts really, really bad.
- [gives plaintive look]
- Lorenzo 'Enzo' St. John: [looks back] God, I hate whiners.
- [relents]
- Caroline Forbes: [when she comes to, she is dangling by her wrists from a chain, the tips of her toes - in slippered feet - barely touching the floor] What did you do to me?
- Mary Louise: What Lorenzo should have done. Vervain.
- [holds up vial]
- Caroline Forbes: [gasps] It hurts.
- Mary Louise: Yes. My family ran a slaughterhouse when I was growing up. It was all well and good until they found out I was a siphoning freak of nature. Then they were more than happy to hang me with the cattle. So, been there, sister. Just be happy I didn't hang you by your feet like we do with the cows.
- Caroline Forbes: What do you want from me?
- Mary Louise: [turns around] We have a burial to go to. My girlfriend thinks her outfit has to be fashion forward. I disagree.
- [chuckles]
- Mary Louise: What do you think?
- [calls out:]
- Mary Louise: Nora! Show us.
- [to her captive:]
- Mary Louise: Help us and perhaps I can find a small stool for you to stand on.
- Nora Hildegard: [approaching] I feel silly.
- [not seen yet]
- Mary Louise: I'm sure you're *beautiful*, my love.
- Nora Hildegard: Nobody wears this anymore.
- [not seen yet]
- Mary Louise: You wore that dress to Queen Victoria's funeral. It's stunning.
- [Nora steps into the room, the dress is archaic, to say the least, and Caroline chuckles]
- Mary Louise: See?
- [Nora flees back, and Mary Louise glowers at Caroline]
- Mary Louise: I asked for advice, not mockery.
- Caroline Forbes: Yeah, well, you should listen to your girlfriend, because that dress...
- [sighs]
- Caroline Forbes: Look. My best friend used to live here. She had good style. And I'm sure that a couple of her dresses are in a closet somewhere.
- Mary Louise: I'm curious.
- [holds up sharp eyebrow pencil]
- Mary Louise: What do you think of this color?
- Caroline Forbes: [tries to hide her fear] It's great... actually. Super vivid. It will really make your eyes pop.
- Mary Louise: [brings the sharp point of the eyebrow pencil dangerously close to Caroline's eye] Do you think it will make your eyes pop?
- [Caroline struggles not to even blink, until Mary Louise finally relents]
- Mary Louise: Don't you ever embarrass my girlfriend again...!
- [sticks the pencil into Caroline's flesh]
- Mary Louise: Why the hell are you in here?
- Valerie Tulle: Just looking for this.
- [holds up one of the eyebrow pencils she had just extracted from tortured Caroline's body]
- Valerie Tulle: You see, I heard of the new fashion trend called "hooker chic." And I figured you'd have something. Thanks.
- [goes off]
- Caroline Forbes: [Nora comes into the room wearing one of Elena's dresses for the funeral; she had heard this one is even worse, so better to appease her:] Cute.
- Nora Hildegard: Mm. Thanks.
- [leaves, and dangling Caroline slumps]