So she carried two lives in her womb. She gave birth to them. And now she plans to turn those cooing little faces over to Alaric without so much as a hiccup of hesitation. You’re right. That sounds like the Caroline I remember.Klaus [to Stefan]
Stefan: So, how are Elijah and, uh, whoever else you brought back from the dead?
Klaus: Oh, you know the Mikaelsons. Never a dull moment.
Caroline: One, these babies aren’t mine. They’re Ric’s.
Klaus: Yes, that’s been made abundantly clear to me by your boyfriend.
Caroline: Two, I didn’t call you. I called Stefan. Yes, my boyfriend. Who is currently running for his life while I sit here playing worst case scenario. Except these babies, who aren’t mine, won’t stop crying, and now this entire diner hates me, so if you could stop gloating in the face of my misery, that would be very much appreciated.
He's your first love. I intend to be your last. However long it takes.Klaus [to Caroline]
Klaus: What are you afraid of?
Caroline: You. I'm afraid of you.
Klaus: It's a trick, Elijah.
Elijah: No. It's a gift.
Klaus: What an entirely unwelcome surprise.
Elijah: And what an entirely unsurprising welcome.
We evil villains usually use minions to pick up our dry cleaning and that sort of thing.
I've done more than enough. I've shown kindness, forgiveness, pity...because of you, Caroline. It was all for you.
Well, if it isn't Little Orphan Lockwood. Come to show how laughably impotent you are against me?
Klaus: Your brother's lack of communication is infuriating.
Damon: It's one of his trademarks. Like his brooding and his hair.
Klaus: I think you need a lesson in how to dagger a sibling.
Rebekah: Burn in Hell.