Minutes after delivering his baby sister, and faced with two options: Mom as a zombie or putting a bullet in her head, Carl chose the latter. WWBD (What would Bieber do)? Faint.
I keep on telling you. People like us, there's no escape for the living. I left the uniform in your apartment. It's time to accept things for what they are. You cost your hand last time. Next time it's your life. Do something with it.
Rick: I don't mean to interrupt your lunch, but do you work around here? Michonne: I do. Rick: You like it? Michonne: It's not where I want to be. Are you where you want to be? Rick: Yeah.
