Tim: Come on, he won't bite.
Happy: Shut up I barely know you.

I'm not like most humans, Mark, but I have gained humanity these past years. The old Walter would have remembered your story about the uncle but not really understood the relevance.


Toby: I have a ring in my satchel.
Happy: You will not propose me to me while you are tied up to a chair, and I am up to my eyeballs in floss.

Emma: I don't need someone who doesn't want me.
Dylan: I want you. I love you.

What do I look like, a dentist? I have no clue how to solve this!


Happy: Collins is calling us to out think him.
Sylvester: And if we can't, Toby dies.

I'm just wondering, Mother, is this your idea or your husband's?


Sylvester: He told me to listen carefully, not to how he wanted me to take care of Happy. Why would he want me to take care of Happy? She terrifies me.
Happy: Just get to where he is!
Sylvester: See?

Toby: Happy, I'm sorry. I love you and I always will.
Happy: You're not saying goodbye to me, doc.
Toby: Yeah, I am. Sylvester, listen closely. Are you listening to me carefully?
Sylvester: I am.
Toby: Take care of Happy for me.

I know how to make the world see me as someone normal, someone kind, someone nice, and you just can't do that.


Happy: So he got snatched while he was getting the ring?
Tim: It doesn't make it your fault.
Happy: It kinda does.

Dylan: I need to tell you something.
Norma: Oh my God, did Emma die?