Claire Bennet: I want to trust you.
West: Then jump.
Claire Bennet: What?
West: Trust begins with a leap.
Monica Dawson: Making flowers out of tomatoes? Who's got time to do this?
Nana Dawson: Unfortunately I do.
[Claire and West are sitting on the Hollywood Sign looking over LA]
West: I offer to take you anywhere, and this is all you can come up with?
Claire Bennet: What can I say, I'm a cheap date.
Nathan Petrelli: What do you mean by questioning my mother in a hospital? Any statement she makes is coerced, she's sick.
Matt Parkman: Whether or not, they believe her. But I know she's innocent.
Nathan Petrelli: How can you tell?
Matt Parkman: [looks around, then walks to a more quiet corner to make sure he's not overheard. Nathan follows] The same way I know that you can fly. I can read your mind. Just like I read your mother's. But I can't tell my partner what I know or how I know it.
Nathan Petrelli: Are you reading my mind right now?
Matt Parkman: No.
Matt Parkman: Yes. Sorry.
[Claire takes a leap, but before she hits the bottom, West catches her in mid-air]
Claire Bennet: You caught me.
West: Of course I did.
Claire Bennet: But I would have been fine.
West: I know you can heal, Claire. But I never wanna see you hurt.
Maya Herrera: I don't even know your name.
Sylar: It's Gabriel. Gabriel Grey.
Maya Herrera: Gabriel - like the angel!
Sylar: Yeah - just like the angel.
Monica Dawson: It's all about attitude, Camille.
Camille: What's about attitude?
Monica Dawson: Life. And today is the first day of the rest of mine.
Camille: You sound like a fortune cookie.
Mohinder Suresh: So, this is all about helping Molly? To me it sounds like a thirteen-year-old boy trying to make his daddy pay for leaving him!
Monica Dawson: [to Damon] Half the people in this county are living in FEMA trailers, and you wanna spend good money to watch grown-up men jump around in their underwear.
Nana Dawson: You can walk down Bourbon Street for that.