Popular Heroes Quotes
Peter: The world is in danger. What am I supposed to do?
Caitlin: We’ll figure it out.
Peter: Please tell me who I am, what the future holds.
Hiro Nakamura: Is everything OK?
Peter Petrelli: No... Let's go fix it.
Peter: ...I-I think he was trying to read my mind. They were all like us!
Nathan: Dysfunctional?
Sylar: My name is Sylar. And you are not my mother.
Angela: But I am, dear. I am.
You have to be entirely unextraordinary."
Mr. Bennet
Claire: Mom.
Sandra: Claire! Thank god. I was so worried. Are you okay? Because if you are, you are so grounded.
Hiro: You are not God.
Adam: Really? I've lived for over 400 years. Who is to say that I'm not going to live 400 more?
Audrey Hanson: Well, statistically speaking, law enforcement attracts a certain kind of male personality.
Matt Parkman: Oh. What personality would that be?
Audrey Hanson: Dogs.
Matt Parkman: And the female personality?
Audrey Hanson: Bitches. We keep it in the canine family.
D.L.: It's going to be you and me from here on out. Partners.
Micah: You mean like Batman & Robin?
D.L.: Yeah, like Batman & Robin. Only, I ain't wearing no tights.
Maybe you have to figure out who you were, to be figure out who you wanna be.
HRG
Matt: You want to tell me why I'm still here, or am I just gonna follow you around?
Audrey: We need you to talk to her. Find out what she knows.
Matt: Talk to who?
Audrey: Molly Walker. The little girl you found. We're keeping her here where it's safe until we can figure out what to do with her. She's been through a severe trauma. Both parents murdered right in front of her. She hasn't said a word since we brought her here.
Matt: What makes you think she's gonna talk to me?
Audrey: Well, if you're really a mind reader, she won't need to.
The sun rises on a new dawn, yet few of us realize the debt we owe to those responsible for this, to those who dwell among us, anonymous, seemingly ordinary, who destiny brought together to repair, to heal, to save us from ourselves, and they're still out there among us, in the shadows, in the light, we pass them on the street without a glance, never suspecting, never knowing. Do they even know yet? That they are bound together by a common purpose? A glaring reality, to be extraordinary, and when destiny does anoint them, how do they hide from it? How long can they dwell in the shadows before either fate or their own flawed humanity draws them out into the light again? And how will they know what awaits them when it does?
Mohinder (narrating)
