Rick Grimes: H.I.T.s?
Dr. Edwin Jenner: [to computer] Vi, define.
Vi: H.I.T.s - high-impulse thermobaric fuel-air explosive consists of a two-stage aerosol ignition which produces a blast wave of significantly greater power and duration than any other known explosive except nuclear. The vacuum-pressure effect ignites the oxygen between 5,000 and 6,000 degrees and is used when the greatest loss of life and damage to structures is desired.
Dr. Edwin Jenner: It sets the air on fire. No pain. An end to sorrow, grief, regret. Everything.
Dr. Edwin Jenner: You *do* want this. Last night you said you knew it was just a matter of time before everybody you loved was dead.
Shane Walsh: What? You really said that? After all your big talk?
Rick Grimes: I had to keep hope alive, didn't I?
Dr. Edwin Jenner: There is no hope. There never was.
Rick Grimes: There's always hope. Maybe it won't you, maybe not be here. But somebody somewhere...
Andrea: What part of "everything is gone" do you not understand?
Dr. Edwin Jenner: Listen to your friend. She gets it. This is what takes us down. This is our extinction event.
Carol Peletier: This isn't right. You can't just keep us here.
Dr. Edwin Jenner: One tiny moment - a millisecond. No pain.
Carol Peletier: My daughter doesn't deserve to die.
Dr. Edwin Jenner: Wouldn't it be kinder, to be more compassionate to just hold your loved ones and wait for the clock to run down?
Andrea: Don't pull this, Dale.
Dale Horvath: I'm not pulling anything. If you're staying, I stay too. He's right, we know what's waiting for us out there. I don't want to face it alone.
Andrea: Dale, get the hell out. I don't want you here.
Dale Horvath: Too bad. See, you don't get to do that, to come into somebody's life, make them care and just check out. I'm staying. The matter is settled.
Rick Grimes: What happens in 28 minutes?
[hits Dr. Jenner's chair]
Rick Grimes: WHAT HAPPENS in 28 minutes?
Dr. Edwin Jenner: [getting up, shouting] Do you *know* what this place is? We protected the public from some very nasty *stuff*! Weaponized, SMALL POX! Ebola strains that could wipe out *half the country*! Stuff you don't want getting out, EVER!
Daryl Dixon: Man, I'm gonna get shit-faced drunk again.
Carol Peletier: Rick, I have something that might help.
Shane Walsh: Carol, I don't think a nail file's gonna do it.
Carol Peletier: [brings out a grenade] Your first morning at camp, when I washed your uniform, I found this in your pocket.