- Klaus Mikaelson: [Hayley knocked softly on the door of the room where Cami's corpse lies] Did you bring it?
- Hayley Marshall: [subdued voice] Jack wrote down everything that his father taught him about the ancient werewolves. I've read it. I don't think there's anything in there that's gonna help us kill Lucien, though.
- [gingerly lays down the book]
- Klaus Mikaelson: I'll see for myself. You can go.
- Hayley Marshall: Klaus... I think that we should do something about the body, about Cami. I know that she wanted an... Irish wake. I can... I can make the arrangements.
- Klaus Mikaelson: It doesn't *matter* what she wanted. She's gone. There's no time to sing dirges. We're at war!
- Hayley Marshall: [softly, respectfully] Yes.
- [very softly:]
- Hayley Marshall: Okay.
- [nods, quietly takes her leave]
- Freya Mikaelson: I need a strand of your hair. I'm working on an early warning system. Lucien has all the witch ancestors in New Orleans on his side. I need to know if they try to magically interfere with any one of you.
- Elijah Mikaelson: Freya, when I said "No rest for the wicked", I certainly didn't expect you to...
- Freya Mikaelson: I'm up against centuries of dead witches, who are, apparently, now strong enough to reach beyond the grave and shake the entire city on its foundation. I'll rest once I send them all running back to hell.
- Klaus Mikaelson: [Hayley's got the car keys] Seriously?
- Hayley Marshall: Look, Klaus, we both know how this is gonna go down. You're gonna tell me that I can't come. And then I'm gonna tell you that I love Rebekah, too. Then you're gonna say that I'm gonna slow you down, and I'm gonna remind you that you're the one who cursed me to be a werewolf for six months, and, therefore, I know every inch of the bayou. Now... unless you wanna be delayed by an angry werewolf grandma with a *shotgun*, you should just admit that you need me.
- Klaus Mikaelson: [considers for a second, then grabs the car keys out of her hand] I'll drive.
- Kol Mikaelson: Freya... I need this to work.
- Freya Mikaelson: Don't worry, brother. Eleventh-hour spells happen to be my specialty.
- [to Marcel:]
- Freya Mikaelson: Tell Vincent to begin the consecration.
- Hayley Marshall: [as Klaus strides through the woods with her in tow] Klaus... I know that you're angry.
- Klaus Mikaelson: [without looking back at her] I don't need advice on healthy mourning from the girl who kept her husband's rotting heart in a box, thank you.
- Hayley Marshall: Look, I get it. You think that if you revert to being the cruel bastard that you were before you met Cami, you can pretend like she was never there. Like she never changed you.
- Klaus Mikaelson: [impatiently] You want to commiserate with me, Hayley, but our experiences of grief are not the same. Your husband is dead. It hurts, but we both know the person you share a true connection with... is still breathing.
- [she stops in her tracks]
- Klaus Mikaelson: So you and I are not the same.
- [he continues on his way, she hesitates, then resignedly follows]
- Lucien Castle: [to Klaus, while holding Hayley hostage] Kneel!
- [Klaus looks at him defiantly]
- Lucien Castle: Get on your knees! I can feel her heart pounding in my fist! Do you really want to measure your pride against my mercy?