- Rebekah: You're right. I do care. I want stupid koala corsages and a prom. I want to have kids with someone who loves me enough to stand outside my window with a stupid boombox. I want to be human.
- Damon Salvatore: I think this has to do with a certain blonde vampire. I think you murdered Carol Lockwood, and I think you're worried that Caroline's never gonna forgive you.
- Klaus Mikaelson: You're worse.
- Damon Salvatore: Debatable. I don't mind being the bad guy. Because somebody has to fill that role and get things done. You do bad things for no reason. You do them to be a dick.
- Klaus Mikaelson: Debatable.
- Damon Salvatore: If you're going to be bad, be bad with purpose. Otherwise you're just not worth forgiving.
- Rebekah: So is everything about the '80's so... excessive?
- Stefan Salvatore: It had it's charm. Say Anything, Lloyd Dobler standing outside of a bedroom window with a boombox over his head, desperately trying to get back the girl of his dreams. Princess Bride, Wesley slays giant rats for love. Breakfast Club, one detention turns a bunch of outcasts into allies.
- Rebekah: So it was a decade of sentimental drivel, as well?
- Stefan Salvatore: Well, I was gonna say love, friendship, possibility of anything happening. You would've loved it.
- Rebekah: And why is that?
- Stefan Salvatore: Because as much as we both hate to admit it, we care about those things.
- Rebekah: This is my place, Nik. I don't appreciate you invading my privacy like some sort of Creeping Tom.
- Klaus Mikaelson: Well, I apologize for breaking up this sordid little tryst. But I do have some urgent business, or have you forgotten that our paranoid brother Kol is running around with a white-oak stake and homicide on the brain?
- Rebekah: He tried to kill me last night. I didn't forget.
- Klaus Mikaelson: Yes, well, unfortunately, he seems to have absconded with my set of daggers.
- Rebekah: Ugh. Poor Nik. However will you get your way without your precious daggers? They were so handy when you wanted to end a conversation with one of us.
- Klaus Mikaelson: Kol's irrational fear of Silas has pushed him over the edge. We need to put him down before he does any more damage. Now I know you have the last dagger, and I know you have some white ash. So hand it over.
- Rebekah: [scoffs] And leave myself unprotected? You can file that request under No Chance In Hell. Be gone by the time I've showered. Lurkers aren't welcome here.
- Kol Mikaelson: [before leaving] I'll take your request for a truce under advisement.
- Rebekah: Is... is there any chance you could be wrong about
- [scoffs]
- Rebekah: Silas?
- Kol Mikaelson: Trust me, Elena. Some things are best left buried.