Isaac Lahey: [about Peter Hale] Who is he?
Scott McCall: That's Peter. Derek's uncle. Little while back, he tried to kill us all. So we set him on fire and Derek slashed his throat.
Peter Hale: Hi.
Isaac Lahey: It's good to know.
Stiles: The 10-year plan for making Lydia fall in love with me may have to stretch to 15, but the plan is definitely still in motion.
Derek Hale: [Peter pulls a case out from under the stairs] What is that? A book?
Peter Hale: No. It's a laptop. What century are you living in?
Peter Hale: I'm gonna go with Scott on this one. I mean, have you seen his mom? She's gorgeous!
Derek Hale: [about the creature Jackson is turning into] He's turning into that? *That* has wings!
Peter Hale: Look. Someone actually made an animation of it. Maybe it's less frightening if we...
Peter Hale: Nope.
Isaac Lahey: [about Stiles] You gonna find him by scent?
Scott McCall: We both are.
Isaac Lahey: How come you get his shirt and I get his shoe?
Coach Finstock: I know I yell a lot. But it's not like I hate you guys. Well, I kind of hate Greenberg, but... That's different. It's Greenberg.
Stiles: So what are you doing with me? Because Scott can find me. He knows my scent! It's pungent, it's more like a stench. He could find me even if I was buried at the bottom of a sewer covered in fecal matter and urine.
Gerard: You have a nag for creating a vivid picture, Mr. Stilinski. Let me paint one of my own. Scott McCall finds his best friend bloodied and beaten to a pulp. How does that sound now?
Stiles: I think I might prefer more of a still life or a landscape, you know?
Mr. Argent: We don't have much in common, Scott. But at the moment, we have a common enemy.
Scott McCall: That's why I'm trying to get him out of here.
Mr. Argent: I didn't mean Jackson.