- Isaac Lahey: [Talking about Peter] You know Scott doesn't trust him, right? You know, personally, I'd... well, I'd trust Scott.
- Derek Hale: Do you trust me?
- Isaac Lahey: Yeah. I still don't like him.
- Derek Hale: Nobody likes him.
- Peter Hale: [Enters the room] Boys. F.Y.I., yes, coming back from the dead has left my abilities somewhat impaired, but the hearing still works. So I hope you're comfortable saying whatever it is that you're feeling straight to my face.
- Derek Hale: We don't like you. Now shut up and help us.
- Peter Hale: Fair enough.
- Derek Hale: If I go in first, how much space do I have?
- Stiles: What do you - what do you think you're gonna do, Derek? You gonna punch through the wall?
- Derek Hale: Yes, Stiles. I'm gonna punch through the wall.
- Stiles: Okay, okay, big guy. Let's see it. Let's see that fist. Big, old fist. Make it, come on. Get it out there. Don't be scared. Big bad wolf. Yeah, look at that. Okay, see this?
- [Holds up his hand]
- Stiles: That's maybe 3 inches of room to gather enough force to punch through solid co -
- [Derek punches him]
- Stiles: Ah! Ah! He could do it.
- Stiles: Why wouldn't they chain them up in some underground lair or something? They're an Alpha Pack, right? So shouldn't they have a lair?
- Peter Hale: They're were werewolves, not Bond villains.
- Stiles: Maybe they're living there. You know? Like, maybe the bank vault reminds them of their little wolf dens.
- Peter Hale: Wolf dens?
- Stiles: Yeah, wolf dens. Where do you live?
- Peter Hale: In an underground network of caves hidden deep in the woods.
- Stiles: Whoa, really?
- Peter Hale: No, you idiot. In an apartment downtown.
- Peter Hale: Do I have to remind you what we're up against here? A pack of alphas. All of them, killers. And if that's not enough to scare your testicles back into your stomach, try to remember that two of them combine to form one giant Alpha. I'm sure Erica and Boyd were sweet kids. They're going to be missed.
- Stiles: Can someone kill him again please?
- Lydia Martin: [about the wolf twins] I want one.
- Allison Argent: Which one?
- Lydia Martin: The straight one, obviously.
- Scott: How slow does his heart rate need to be?
- Dr. Deaton: Very slow.
- Isaac Lahey: Okay, well, how slow is very slow?
- Dr. Deaton: Nearly dead.
- Isaac Lahey: It's safe, though, right?
- Dr. Deaton: Do you want me to answer honestly?
- Isaac Lahey: No. No, not really.
- Scott: [about Allison and Lydia] They're trying to help.
- Derek Hale: These two. This one, who used me to resurrect my psychotic uncle. Thank you. And, this one, who shot about 30 arrows into me and my pack.
- Stiles: Okay, all right, now, come on. No one died, all right? Look, there may have been a little maiming, okay, a little mangling, but no death. That's what I call an important distinction.
- Allison Argent: My mother died.
- Derek Hale: Your family's little honor code killed your mother. Not me.
- Stiles: I can't take waiting around like this, you know? It's nerve-racking. My nerves are racked. They're severely racked. Racked.
- Peter Hale: I could beat you unconscious and wake you when it's over.