Deaton: The legend has always been that the Wild Hunt takes people, but if what you're telling me is right, the truth is much worse. They erase people from reality.
Scott: How did we remember someone who has been completely erased from our minds?

Finstock: Hey, what changed your mind?
Liam: I held a guy's hand.
Finstock: I get it. I totally get it.

Scott: I know this sounds crazy, but I think I had a best friend, and I think he was out here with me that night.
Malia: It doesn't sound crazy. I know that someone chained me up, and I think they wanted me to stay human.
Lydia: I came to school this morning, and I was sure I was supposed to meet someone, but I couldn't remember who I was supposed to meet. I have been looking for them all day. Whoever it is, I think I loved him.
Scott: What if we're all missing the same person?

The Wild Hunt are drawn to war and mayhem. I've never heard it doing anything to anyone's memory.

Deaton

I'm also a Sheriff's Deputy working on an unsolved murder that for once doesn't involve shapeshifters, resurrected 18th century serial killers, or me.

Parrish

I'm a harbinger of death, not a harbinger of kidnapping.

Parrish

I'm looking forward to crushing that little, adorable, baby face of yours.

Finstock

Liam: Why can't you stay captain?
Scott: I'm graduating. I'm not going to be here next year. Somebody's got to step up and fill the gap.

They are Ghost Riders. What were they doing in a high school library?

Mason

Your teenage years are not the time for academic achievement.

Finstock

Lydia: I have this feeling that I was supposed to do something.
Scott: Do what?
Lydia: I can't remember.

Stiles: You'll forget me.
Lydia: I won't. I won't. I won't.
Stiles: You will. Try to find some way to remember me. Okay? Remember how you the first girl I ever danced with? Or how I had a crush on you freshman year? Sophomore year. Senior year? Or how you saved my life?
Lydia: You saved my life too.
Stiles: Just remember, remember I love you.
Lydia: Remember. Remember...remember.

Teen Wolf Quotes

I have a son. His name is Mieczyslaw Stilinski, but we call him Stiles. I remember. When Stiles was a little kid, he couldn't say his first name. I'm not sure why, it pretty much rolls off the tongue, but the closest he could was mischief. His mother called him that until...I remember when Stiles first got his jeep. It belonged to his mother. She wanted him to have it. The first time he took a spin behind the wheel, he went straight into a ditch. I gave him his first roll of duct tape that day. He was always getting into trouble, but he always had a good heart, always. We're here tonight because my goofball son because he decided to drag Scott, his greatest friend in the world, into the woods to see a dead body.

Noah

Malia: Alright. I'll ask. Who's Kate Argent?
Kira: [raising hand] Uh, I'd like to know, too.
Stiles: Well, we were at her funeral, so I'd like to know how she got out from a casket buried six feet under ground.