At least we don't need a chicken...

Rosalee [about a ritual]

Rachel Wood: To win, you'll need a family.
Renard: You proposing? [long beat] Or are you pregnant?

This takes a facelift to a whole other place.

Hank [regarding a victim who had his face removed]

So, we're thinking it's some kind of healing-stick-magic-wand thing?


Maybe that's why they buried it in the first place, because the Gates of Hell are gonna open and the world as we know it is gonna end.

Wu [on the mysterious hidden treasure]

Monroe: It's a stick?!
Hank: It looks like a stick.
Wu: A really old stick.
Rosalee: It can't be just a stick.

If they're looking for a Grimm, the last place they'll expect to find him is next to a Blutbaden in the middle of the Black Forest.


Nothing personal, guys... or gals.

Monroe [searching through skeletons]

Nick: I don't think we're looking for eyeglasses.
Monroe: That's good, because I can never find mine.

Renard: He dug his own grave. I just provided the shovel.
Rachel Wood: And the dirt.
Renard: A little of that, too.

Monroe: My family hunted here for like hundreds of years!
Nick: And when you say 'hunted,' you mean...?
Monroe: Oh! Lots of stuff...

This is really good! For something completely illegal.

Nick [on Rosalee's forged passports]

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?