He’s alive.

Boo Hag is just the name for the thing that haunts us, and we all have something. Sexual assault, mental illness, addiction, and trauma -- those are real demons.

Will: It’s a personal matter. He’s my uncle.
Percy: Ah, the biological family. I went down that rabbit hole. Sometimes it’s better not knowing.

Will: No offense Pastor, but in my experience, every congregation hides a few liars and hypocrites.
Pastor Reggie: I’m sure you’re right, and I’m truly sorry for that.

Angie: Have you talked to anyone about the explosion?
Will: No.
Angie: I think you should. You can talk to me.

We lost an agent today in the line of duty today, Warden. I thought you’d be more eager to join in the troubleshooting.

James: The world has gone mad. A bombing at the GBI. A dead agent. You don’t think I had anything to do with that?
Will: Car bombs aren’t your style, but you know how things get done in here, don’t you

I don’t have time for games! This is urgent.

Not anymore, Flash. You’re going to die in here.

Will: We’ve been over a while.
Cricket: Are you sad about it?
Will: Agent, what is happening? Are you writing a book about me?
Cricket: No, I’m just asking questions and trying to get to know you.

Will: Are we actually arguing right now about who’s more messed up?
Angie: We don’t have to argue.

Will: That was so…
Cricket: Hot?
Will: Agent Dawson, I would like to take you to dinner, defuse another bomb, and then have sexual intercourse, if that’s all right?