The Druid: What are you going now?
The Morrigan: With Bo gone ... everything?

Can you not look at my dad like he's made of hot dogs?


Crystal: I just need some sugar.
Lauren: I can't.

Bo: You are more alive than anyone that I have ever met.
Tamsin: You're not like anyone I have ever met.

Roads? Where we're going, we don't need roads.


Kenzi: I love you.
Bruce: I love you too, Kenzi.
Kenzi: I was talking to the car.

Bo: All I heard, was old.
Tamsin: Baby Fae.
Bo: Dead woman.

Sorry, I don't think Doctor Frankenbitch is here.


To Clan Zamora, a gift bestowed, immune to evil deed, to blow, for he who carries sacred twig, immortality shall cling.


Don't struggle, Dyson, it's futile.


Bo: If these assholes want a fight, let's give 'em one.
Tamsin: Juice me.

If your father was here he would kill them all and then resurrect them and then kill them again.