Carson: I’ll try not to mess things up the second time around.
Nancy: You won’t, and you didn’t. Your love has been the one constant in my life. Thank you.

Nick: Enough already. Your anxieties are dictating what you steal. Carson, you’re worried about having a baby.
Carson: I don’t see it. (While holding a baby car seat.)
Ryan: Red, you say you want to settle down here, but obviously you don’t.
Red: Based on what?
Jade: Six stolen suitcases, a passport holder, and nine neck pillows.

Ryan: Hey, where’s Jean? Is she okay?
Carson: Yeah, she’s at her sister’s in Camden, avoiding this cold snap, so she’s safe. And yes, we spoke. She said she wants to keep the pregnancy. I told her I’m totally on board with being a dad again, so it’s all copacetic.

Carson: Will it be weird?
Nancy: What about our family isn’t weird? Is it weird for you?
Carson: My whole world has been being your dad. You have my heart.
Nancy: So did Mom. So does Jean. It’s always possible to make more room.

Carson: We’re both going to sit with it for a second. She’s not sure what she wants.
Ryan: Yeah, well, what do you want?
Carson: To be honest, I never thought a second shot at fatherhood was a possibility. It’s a lot to weigh. I’m not sure I can handle it.
Ryan: Look, you raised the best person I’ve ever met. If you want this, you can handle it.

Carson: Whose blood is that?
Ryan: Tristan Glass’. The lobster kid. The son of my mortal enemies. Yes, he is the Sin Eater. Nancy shot him in the woods with a poison arrow, and now he might die.
Carson: Hang on. You brought our daughter to the woods with a bow and arrow?
Ryan: I mean, technically, it was a small crossbow and a couple of arrows, but the whole plan to kill a sin eater was in the works long before I came along.
Carson: Would you stop saying sin eater, like it’s something that everyone says! We’ve got real problems here, like how the Glasses hate you, which means they hate our daughter by association.

It’s nice to hear Nancy shared happy memories of her mom. Sometimes I worry she only remembers the sad ones. I wish you could have known Kate. She was so much fun.

Carson: I want to remember Kate. Celebrate her. Nancy, she just wants her mom back.
Ryan: Your grief matters too, man. It’s okay to celebrate Kate.
Carson: I do. In little ways, every day, I do. Do I prioritize Nancy’s grieving over mine? Yeah, probably. But that’s being a parent.

It’s called bad faith, George. Practicing law is about putting out fires, not lighting them.

Carson: What were you doing?
Nancy: We tried to break the curse.
Carson: You and Ace tried to break Temperance’s death curse. The curse that you said would kill him.
Nancy: Yeah, but it didn’t, and I’m fine. Temperance may have found a way to poison my part of the ritual, but when we try again…
Carson: Try again! You can’t be serious.
Nancy: Well, I’m not going to give up. Ace is my person. You don’t understand.
Carson: I don’t understand what? Love? I don’t understand wanting to be with someone so badly that I would do whatever it took. I watched my wife die. I understand everything. Sometimes no matter how much you want something, it’s not meant to be, and you have to give up and accept that and move on. I’m so sorry, Nancy. I lost your Mom. I can’t lose you too.

Jean, you were right. I think I am still working through Kate’s death even when I tell myself I’m not. I’ve decided to join a widower’s support group. I want to be with you, and I want to be the best version of myself for you. Call me when you come up for air.

Carson: We don’t have to talk about Ace if the topic is upsetting.
Nancy: I’m not upset. I can talk about a platonic friend who I have to keep alive by never letting him know that I’m in love with him so that we don’t act on our feelings for one another and activate a secret death curse.

Nancy Drew Quotes

Nancy: Nick and I are seeing each other. He seems to have an issue with me not acknowledging this publicly and has decided now is the time to rectify this.
Nick: Consider it rectified. I feel much better.

Carson: I've just been buried at work.
Nancy: Poor word choice, given recent events.