Prince Charles: James, you are my most loyal companion and friend. But I am not some frightened hare to be run down by some British hounds. I am a man and I am a soldier and I shall comport myself as one. I am weary of retreat. The men shall rest and then we shall march to Culloden. Gentleman, the lord will provide for us all, may we do his bidding.
Jamie: May he have mercy on us all.

I've been dying for years. It's a wearisome process. I welcome its conclusion.


Colum: I always said you were a smart lad. Give my brother enough authority to keep content, but not enough to grab for more.
Jamie: It's like you read my mind.

Jonathan: What kind of god creates a world where monsters thrive and beauty and purity is rewarded with poverty and death?
Claire: The same kind of god who also offers an opportunity for redemption.

Soso: Oh, my God, trig! My second favorite category in Mathletics.
Aleida: Lucky me. A fairy god-chink to teach me math.
Soso: That's an offensive generalization, though apt in this case.

Moderator: I'm sorry to take us into choppy waters, do you respond to the critics who say the bottom line is affecting the prisoners' quality of life?
Linda: Well, that is a good question. And at the end of the day, it is a prison, not the Four Seasons.

Flaca: Are you nervous?
Maritza: It's only boys. Once you get the blood rushing to their dicks, they're like your servants.

Gloria: Look, I didn't go to law school or nothing, but I know that they gotta be stepping on a few civil liberties here.
Piscatella: You committed a crime, inmate. So, if you wanna see who "stepped on your civil liberties," check under your own boot.

Piper: You know what? I really love your beard.
Piscatella: I've had a beard since tenth grade. Two beards, actually. The one on my face, and the one I took to junior prom. Yeah. I like dudes. I will never find you adorable. Keep that in mind.

Typical corporate Charlie Foxtrot. This is why I don't wear a suit. This, and my quads are too big.


Dixon: Oh, I see. You're gonna dip your "Donut" in Ramos here. Some people like their breakfast sweet, not savory.
Maritza: You know what gets me so hot? Is when guys compare me to breakfast, and when they talk about me like I'm not even here. How about you call me "that oatmeal in the front seat" and I'll be so yours?

One year, we got these little toy jail cells to put your candy in when you're on a diet. And then...yeah, another year, we got these Nerf-style guard batons. And so, anytime anyone said something stupid at a staff meeting, we would just whale on them. Until the incident with Greg's eye, but...