Rosalee: I swear to God, if I have to cut up another body for a potion...
Monroe: ...or heal the captain one more time?
Rosalee: Let's drink to something.
Monroe: To something. [They clink their wineglasses.]

Renard: I can't believe they shot me with rubber bullets.
Rosalee: Well, we had to make whatever was inside you think he was really dying, otherwise he might not have left you.
Monroe: And if it really was Jack the Ripper, he was from the 1800s, so he would have known about guns, but not rubber bullets. So, he would've thought he was really getting shot.
Renard: I *was* really getting shot. Those things hurt.

Monroe: We have to put on a show.
Nick: We may have to shoot him.

Rosalee: Now all we have to do is get Juliette to take it.
Monroe: That would be a snap, 'cause, you know, the last time she took something we gave her, boy, that worked out like gangbusters!

Did she say anything along the lines of, like, "Sorry, I didn't mean to beat up folks I never met before"?


Monroe: It's just... time.
Rosalee: What?
Monroe: We never know how much we're gonna have.

Rosalee: Are Nick and Juliette coming over?
Monroe: No... more like Nick and Hank.
Rosalee: Well, that didn't take long.

So there's actually a reason for fruitcake!


Monroe: 'Cause I gotta stop thinking Nick and Juliette, or Nick and Adalind, or Adalind *with* Juliette. I mean, the whole thing is like some bizarre, convoluted ménage à trois.
Rosalee: [appalled] Monroe, we have a guest!
Monroe: ...Sorry, Trubel.
Trubel: Oh, I know what 'convoluted' means.

Nick: The problem is... I like being a Grimm.
Monroe: Are you serious? You miss it?
Nick: Yeah. And I'm pissed it was taken away from me.

Well, we're one key closer to...God knows what.


You know, I appreciate the spirit, but this is not an assault.


Grimm Quotes

Come on let's have a brew. And, by the way, you're paying for that window.


Why can't you look at her ass like the rest of us?