Adalind: You... bastard...!
Renard: I know.

Renard [sees Adalind's powers have returned]: Well. That's interesting. Does Nick know?
Adalind: No.
Renard: Are you going to tell him?
Adalind: I don't know.
Renard: This feels very familiar.

Nick: What if we're right?
Renard: They you'll be dealing with a raving lycanthrope locked in a jail cell.

Adalind [about Nick]: We have a son together.
Renard: And *we* have a daughter.
Adalind: Well, maybe I should live with *both* of you. Wouldn't *that* be fun.

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

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

You don't wrestle a pig. You take him to slaughter, and make bacon.

I don't believe in monsters unless they're people. And this one is guilty of murder.

[regarding some dead Wesen] At least your 'suspects' can't object to a murder charge.

Nick: I though Xavier was your friend!
Monroe: He was!
Renard: They got to him.
Wu: Well, now they're getting to *us*!

Renard: I can't believe they shot me with rubber bullets.
Rosalee: Well, we had to make whatever was inside you think he was really dying, otherwise he might not have left you.
Monroe: And if it really was Jack the Ripper, he was from the 1800s, so he would have known about guns, but not rubber bullets. So, he would've thought he was really getting shot.
Renard: I *was* really getting shot. Those things hurt.

Well, this should be a jolly good romp!


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?