Stiles: Well I shouldn't say I told you so, 'cause it's not strong enough. How about, I'm always right, and you should listen to whatever I have to say, and never disagree ever for the sake of your wolvlihood.
Stiles: You wanna dance?
Lydia Martin: Pass.
Stiles: You know what, let me try that again: Lydia, get off your cute little ass and dance with me now.
Lydia Martin: Interesting tactic, but I'll stick with 'no'.
Stiles: Lydia, get up! Okay? You're going to dance with me. I don't care that you made out with my best friend for some weird power-thing. Lydia, I've had a crush on you since the third grade, and I know that somewhere inside that cold, lifeless exterior there's an actual human soul. And I'm also pretty sure that I'm the only one who knows how smart you really are. And that once you're done pretending being a nitwit, you'll eventually go off and write some insane mathematical theorem that wins you the Nobel Prize.
Lydia Martin: [Smiles] Fields Medal.
Lydia Martin: [She stands up and walks to him] Nobel doesn't have a prize for mathematics. A Fields Medal's the one I'll be winning.
Scott McCall: I can't do this alone. We have to find Derek.
Stiles: Well, "A", you're not alone. You have me. And "B", didn't you say Derek walked into gunfire? He sounds pretty dead.
Scott McCall: [about the dance] I'm still going.
Stiles: Is that such a good idea? Do you even have a date?
Scott McCall: Not yet.
Stiles: Do you have a suit?
Scott McCall: Not yet.
Stiles: Do you have a ticket to the formal? A ride there?
Scott McCall: No. And no.
Stiles: So you're gonna ride your bike to a dance that you're not even allowed to go to without a date, a suit, or a way in with werewolves and werewolf hunters all out to kick your little werewolf ass.
Scott McCall: Yeah. You gonna help me?
Stiles: Hell, yeah.
Stiles: You know, you probably lost it when you two were fighting. You remember that, when he was trying to kill you, after you interrupted him trying to kill Jackson? Are you starting to see a pattern of violent behavior here?
Scott McCall: He wasn't going to kill anyone. And I'm not letting him die.
Stiles: Could you at least think about letting him die? For me?
Melissa McCall: Listen, dumbass, I'm going to let you in on a secret that most guys don't even have a clue about, alright? You ready? Women love words. You need to tell her how you feel. Just say it. Say it again. Say it differently. Learn how to say it better. Learn how to sing it. Just write it in a poem, or in a letter attached to flowers. Carve it in a tree, in a sidewalk with cement, tattoo it on your arm. Just tell her the truth. Tell her anything and everything you want.
Kate Argent: Look at that sour face. I bet you always used to get people coming up to you saying, "Smile, Derek." "Why don't you smile more?" Don't you just wanna - kick those people in the face?
Derek Hale: I can think of one.
Allison Argent: What am I supposed to do now?
Kate Argent: Go to school, do your homework, go to the formal on Friday night: be a normal teenage girl who doesn't know anything.
Allison Argent: [while Derek is changed up] What are you doing to him? Is it gonna kill him?
Kate Argent: Oh come on, kiddo. Don't get all ethical on me now.
Coach Bobby Finstock: Mccall, you're failing my class and two others. They told me to cut you from the team. I told them I'd sooner cut off my last remaining testicle than cut my best player.
Scott McCall: So the compromise is I can't go to the dance?
Coach Bobby Finstock: Yeah.
Scott McCall: Then I quit the team.
Coach Bobby Finstock: No, you don't. And if you show up at the dance. And I see you there - I'm gonna drag you out by your teeth.
Allison Argent: This is a joke to you?
Kate Argent: Sweetheart, there are werewolves running around in the world: Everything's a joke to me! How else do you think I stay sane?
Kate Argent: They look at you and they see this frightened little girl who's going to run crying in the corner when she finds out the truth. Me, what I see is natural talent. Allison, you said you wanted to feel more powerful, right? Now's your chance.
Scott McCall: You're her friend, too. You are. All that time you spent with her to get to me, you can't tell me that you didn't get to know her, and like her. It's Allison. It's impossible not to like her. You can't tell me that you don't care if she gets hurt.
Jackson: What if I get hurt?
Scott McCall: Then it's worth it.
Jackson: Not to me.
Allison Argent: Nothing's wrong, I just have a lot on my mind.
Lydia Martin: You could smile, at least. Ever hear the saying "Never frown: someone could be falling in love with your smile"? Smile, Allison. I'm buying you a dress.
Allison Argent: I have to admit, as far as apologies go, that's more than I expected.
Lydia Martin: Excellent.
Allison Argent: But not as much as I'm going to ask.
Lydia Martin: What? What's that supposed to mean?
Allison Argent: It means you're going to cancel on whatever dumb, 'roided up jock you said yes to, and you're going to go with somebody else.
Lydia Martin: Who?
Allison Argent: [points out Stiles] Him. Oh, don't frown, Lydia. Someone could be falling in love with your smile!