High Water and a Devil's Daughter

Hope: [reading from old book] "A man of words and not of deeds is like a garden full of weeds. And when the weeds begin to crawl, it's like a bird upon the wall. And when the bird away does fly, it's like an eagle in the sky. And when the sky begins to roar, it's like a lion at the door. And when the door begins to crack, it's like a stick across your back. And when your back begins to smart, it's like a knife inside your heart. And when your heart begins to bleed, you're dead and dead and dead indeed."

Klaus Mikaelson: Not exactly the most uplifting reading material.

Hope: [exhales] It's an old book of rhymes. There's a lot of weird stuff here.

Klaus Mikaelson: You know, Hope, I'd rather you didn't play here actually. All the splinters and the dust.

[clearly not putting her off, so:]

Klaus Mikaelson: And the bats.

Hope: There aren't any bats.

Klaus Mikaelson: I've seen no evidence that your Uncle Elijah doesn't sleep here hanging upside down.

Hope: [chuckles] Dad, was there a little boy who used to live here?

Klaus Mikaelson: [takes the book from her little hands, closes it] Come along, sweetheart. We can discuss ancient history another time.