- [Eugene wakes up as Abraham apologizes to him]
- Dr. Eugene Porter: Do you apologize for questioning my skills?
- Sgt. Abraham Ford: I apologize for questioning your skills. You know how to bite a dick, Eugene. I mean that with the utmost of respect. Welcome to stage two.
- Dr. Eugene Porter: Don't welcome me. I've been here for a while.
- [last lines]
- Carol Peletier: [Carol narrating, as Tobin reads her goodbye letter] 'I wish it didn't have to end, not this way. It was never my intention to hurt you, but it's how it has to be. We have so much here - People, food, medicine, walls, everything we need to live. But what we have other people want, too, and that will never change. If we survive this threat and it's not over, another one will be back to take its place, to take what we have. I love you all here. I do. And I'd have to kill for you. And I can't. I won't. Rick sent me away and I wasn't ever gonna come back, but everything happened and I wound up staying. But I can't anymore. I can't love anyone because I can't kill for anyone. So I'm going, like I always should have. Don't come after me, please.'
- [first lines]
- Rick Grimes: [Rick questions Morgan about the jail cell he creates] Morgan? Wh - Why?
- Morgan Jones: It'll give you some choices next time.
- [Dwight makes his demands with Rosita, Daryl, and Eugene]
- Dwight: Well, Rosita... it's not what I want. It's what you and Daryl are going to do. You're gonna let us into your little complex. It looks like it's just beautiful in there. And then you're gonna let us take whatever and whoever we want... or we blow Eugene's brains out. And then yours. And then his. I hope it doesn't come to that, really. Nobody else has to die. We just try and start with one. You know... maximum impact to get our point across. So what's it gonna be? You tell me.
- Dr. Eugene Porter: You wanna kill someone, you start with our companion hiding over there behind the oil barrels. He's a first-class A-hole and he deserves it so much more than us three.
- [Carol talks to Daryl about the people who stole his bike from him]
- Carol Peletier: Those people you met, the ones in the burnt forest, they took it from you?
- Daryl Dixon: Yeah.
- Carol Peletier: You saved them, right? Sorry. It's who you are. We're still stuck with that.
- Daryl Dixon: No, we ain't. I should've killed them.
- [Denise tries to tell Daryl and Rosita that they're both strong and smart]
- Dr. Denise Cloyd: Do you have any clue what that was to me, what this whole thing is to me? See, I have training in this shit. I'm not making it up as I go along like with the stitches and the surgery and the...
- Dr. Denise Cloyd: [Denise looks at Daryl] I asked you to come with me because you're brave like my brother and sometimes you actually make me feel safe.
- Dr. Denise Cloyd: [Denise looks at Rosita] And I wanted you here because you're alone. Probably for the first time in your life. And because you're stronger than you think you are, which gives me hope that maybe I can be, too. I could've gone with Tara. I could've told her I loved her, but I didn't because I was afraid. That's what's stupid. Not coming out here, not facing my shit. And it makes me sick that you guys aren't even trying because you're strong and you're smart and you're both really good people, and if you don't wake...
- Dr. Denise Cloyd: [when Denise has an arrow shoot through her eye] Up... and face your...
- [as Denise collapses to the ground and dies]
- [Denise talks to Daryl about her older brother]
- Daryl Dixon: So was he older or younger?
- Dr. Denise Cloyd: Older. By six minutes. My parents came up with the Dennis/Denise thing on one of their benders. Hilarious, right? Nothing scared him. He was brave. He was angry, too. It's kind of a dangerous combination.
- Daryl Dixon: It sounds like we have the same brother.
- [Denise pukes after encountering the walker in the car]
- Dr. Denise Cloyd: Oh, man. I threw up on my glasses.
- [Spencer tries to ask Rosita if she wants to have dinner with him]
- Spencer Monroe: So, if you didn't already have plans, I was thinking of making my beef jerky stroganoff.
- Rosita Espinosa: I'm good, thanks.
- Spencer Monroe: It's not exactly a nice porterhouse, but I promise it's better than it sounds.
- Rosita Espinosa: I'm sure it is.
- [Abraham makes a comment about Eugene's new hairstyle]
- Sgt. Abraham Ford: I see you've tied back your Tennessee waterfall there.
- Dr. Eugene Porter: I won't lie. I liked it. I may very well miss it. The feeling of the billowy curtain catching the breeze some days was straight-up bliss. But brass tacks - The hair doesn't make the man, the man makes the man.
- Sgt. Abraham Ford: Guard duty, weapon training, changing up the hairstyle, swigging some swagger with the ladies, spitting game...
- Dr. Eugene Porter: If you don't spit game you are game.
- [Eugene and Abraham arrive at the machine shop]
- Sgt. Abraham Ford: You about ready to spill the pintos on what the hell it is we're doing here? Eugene.
- Dr. Eugene Porter: [Eugene looks to Abraham] We're gonna manufacture bullets here. I've been chewing the cud on this for a few days now. The Hilltop's dry, our supply's finite. So not only are bullets vital for defense, but per the law of supply and demand, a full cartridge is now the coin of the land.
- Sgt. Abraham Ford: Making bullets from scratch.
- Dr. Eugene Porter: Spent casings, but the innards are all us. And by us, I mean me.
- Sgt. Abraham Ford: And you think you can do that... here? With just this?
- Dr. Eugene Porter: Well, the digs well require a thorough scrubbing. We'll have to scare up a hella ton of lead, but, yes. I most definitely almost certainly think I can do that here.
- Sgt. Abraham Ford: That, my friend, is some damn fine genuine outside-the-box thinking.
- [Eugene and Abraham argue about the walker Abraham kills to save Eugene's life]
- Dr. Eugene Porter: I had full control of the situation.
- Sgt. Abraham Ford: You had better luck picking up a turd by its clean end.
- Dr. Eugene Porter: I'm gonna allow you to apologize for saying that. So how about you do so right now?
- Sgt. Abraham Ford: Jimmy down there almost ate your face, dumbass.
- [Dwight introduces himself to Daryl and Rosita after just murdering Denise]
- Rosita Espinosa: What do you want?
- Dwight: I'm sorry, darlin', I didn't catch your name. I'm D, or Dwight. You can call me either. So? What's your name?
- [Eugene defends his survival skills to Abraham's questioning]
- Dr. Eugene Porter: It's simple, really. As with any RPG, tabletop, electronic, or otherwise, the key to survival is to allow oneself to be shaped by the assigned environment. In doing so, a broad range of capabilities are acquired, allowing one to flip the script and use said capabilities to shape said environment to maximum longevity. I'm saying I'm in the process of said step two. I've changed, adapted, I'm a survivor.
- Sgt. Abraham Ford: Keep telling yourself that.
- [Denise asks Rosita who taught her to be a fighter]
- Dr. Denise Cloyd: Who taught you? You know, how to fight? Sorry, I didn't mean to bring up...
- Rosita Espinosa: A lot of people taught me a lot of things. Years from now, we'll just be a name in a long list of names.
- [Eugene opens a door with a lock-pick]
- Dr. Eugene Porter: Standard pin and tumbler. Tick-tick-click, easy-peasy.
- [Daryl faces off with Dwight on the train tracks after the murder of Denise]
- Daryl Dixon: I should've killed you.
- Dwight: Yeah, you probably should've. Well, here we are. Kind of begs the question, right? Who brought this on who? I mean, I get that you'll have to just take my word for this, but... she wasn't even the one I was aiming for.
- Dwight: [about Daryl's bow gun] Like I said, kicks like a bitch.
- [Abraham visits Sasha after his return back to Alexandria]
- Sasha Williams: You okay?
- Sgt. Abraham Ford: You said I had choices. You have them, too. Could be 30 years for us here. That's still too short.
- Sasha Williams: [Sasha welcomes Abraham in] Come inside.
- [Daryl shifts the gears to the truck too soon as Denise corrects him]
- Dr. Denise Cloyd: It - The...
- Daryl Dixon: What?
- Dr. Denise Cloyd: Forget it.
- Daryl Dixon: No, what?
- Dr. Denise Cloyd: I think maybe you're disengaging it too soon. I've been driving stick since I was 15, usually beat-up trucks like this. I mean, before - You know, before I left home.
- Dr. Denise Cloyd: [Daryl continues shifting too soon] My brother taught me, so I just know.