Allison Argent: [Over video chat] You ready?
Isaac Lahey: Yeah.
Allison Argent: You're not nervous, are you?
Isaac Lahey: Do I look nervous?
Allison Argent: No, not at all.
Mr. Argent: [Off screen] Did he look nervous?
Allison Argent: Terrified.
Isaac Lahey: Yeah, I can still hear you, very, very clearly.
Mr. Argent: I don't even think I know which teacher this is.
Isaac Lahey: She's... she's the one with the brown hair. She's kind of hot.
[Everyone looks at him]
Isaac Lahey: No, it's jus... just an observation.
Stiles: [to an unconscious Cora] You just hold on a little longer, okay? Trust me, if anyone's gonna get us out of this, it's Scott. Can't believe I just said that. You know, I actually used to be the one with the plan. Well, or at least a plan B. Now I don't know. Now I'm thinking maybe you were right. You know, maybe... maybe we are pretty much useless. Maybe all we really do is show up and find the bodies. I don't want to find my father's body. You know, you're a lot easier to talk to when you're completely unconscious.
Melissa McCall: You're him, aren't you?
Melissa McCall: The bad guy.
Deucalion: You have no idea.
Stiles: [to Derek] Are you telling me what to do now? When your psychotic, mass murdering girlfriend - the second one you've dated, by the way - has got my dad somewhere, tied up, waiting to be ritually sacrificed?
Scott McCall: [Stiles is carrying a baseball bat] What's that?
Stiles: Well, you got claws. I got a bat.
Stiles: Scott, don't do this. Don't go with him.
Scott McCall: I don't know what else to do.
Stiles: No, there's g... Scott, there's got to be something else, okay? We always... we always have a plan B.
Scott McCall: Not this time.
Scott McCall: I'm gonna find your dad. I promise.
Peter Hale: A true Alpha.
Stiles: What's that?
Peter Hale: The kind that doesn't have to steal his power from another. One that can rise by the force of his own will. Our little Scott.
Kali: [Talking to Deucalion] Are you asking... if maybe there was a moment of uncertainty? That when I walked away thinking she was dead, that maybe I turned back? And maybe I saw her there, lying perfectly still, but I focused my hearing anyway. Listened to the sound of her heart still beating, still fighting for life, and I thought, "I could go back and finish it, or I could let someone I love die peacefully." And maybe I just kept walking.
Ms. Blake: What'll happen, Derek? During the total lunar eclipse.
Derek Hale: We lose all our power.
Ms. Blake: Julia Baccari. That was my name.
Derek Hale: I don't care.
Ms. Blake: I guess I should have changed it to something with different first letters. I think I read somewhere that people always pick aliases hat are subconsciously derivative of their original name. It's a way of not completely letting go of your identity, since your name is so tied to your sense of self. Do you know what else is? Your face. The one that's supposed to be staring back at you in the mirror. Not some hacked up atrocity you can't even recognize.
Ms. Blake: For years, the Nemeton's power was virtually gone, like the dying ember of a burned out fire. But a few months earlier, something happened that caused that ember to glow a little brighter. Something that gave it a spark of power again. The sacrifice of a virgin. You didn't know what you were doing back then, but killing Paige in the root cellar, sacrificing her there, gave power to the Nemeton. You gave it power again. You gave me power. Just enough to hold on to life a little longer. Long enough to be found.