Daryl: Damn, you're an idiot.
Armand: fսck your mother! They're gonna get us. You got to help me.
Daryl: Which way do we go?
Armand: That way. It goes two ways. We go to the left. At the end, there is une trappe.
Daryl: A door?
Armand: Yes, a door. A door. Let's go. Let's go help.
Daryl: [to the walkers] Bon appétit.
Armand: No! No! No! No!
Isabelle: That's your ride. I guess you got to get going. The Guerrier are overtaking the city. I need someone with influence. Someone who can make sure that they let him pass.
Daryl: What are you talking about?
Isabelle: He knows how to make things happen. He -- He'll do it for me. He'll do it for me if I stay.
Daryl: Fine, I'll go with you.
Isabelle: This isn't about you. It -- I'll take care of Quinn.
Isabelle: Not about me. It's about Laurent.
Daryl: Well, then get on the fսcking boat!
Isabelle: Then none of us will make it out. Listen, I know this isn't your fight. I know you should be on your way home by now. But there's no one else who can take him to the nest safely. Please.
Daryl: You can't stay here with him.
Isabelle: I'll figure a way out. Once I know he's safe, I-I will.
Daryl: Well, I guess this is it, then.
Isabelle: I hope not. But if it is, I hope you make it home.
