Grace: Billy, if you are on your way to an, "I told you so," I will rip your weasel tongue out, stick it to that windshield just to watch it freeze.
Billy: You conjure quite an image.

T.K.: Mom, am I dead?
Gwyn: You're not dead.
T.K.: Are you?
Gwyn: I'm not even here.
T.K.: How am I talking to you then?
Gwyn: Because you need me to be the person to tell you this.
T.K.: Tell you what?
Gwyn: Stop it.
T.K.: Stop what?
Gwyn: Dying.

Carlos: Am I the world's biggest shmuck?
Nancy: What?
Carlos: I'm holding vigil for a man who doesn't want me in this life. Doesn't that just scream shmuck?

Carlos: Why do you say that? That he loves me?
Nancy: Because it's true.
Carlos: You've been by his side all this time. Does he ever talk about me?
Nancy: Honestly, not much.
Carlos: I didn't think so.
Nancy: But, he does bite off my head anytime I bring up your name.
Carlos: That makes me feel so much better.
Nancy: You should you big dummy. He doesn't want to hear it because it's too painful for him, which means he still has it bad for you. It's obvious. The dude loves you.
Carlos: If he loves me so much, then why did he break my heart?

Look, I don't know if I can fix the world in time for my boy to wake up, but when he does, I want him to see that he's not the only Strand that's still fighting.

Owen

God, I've never been this cold in my life. And I know I got myself here because I was headstrong and I was reckless. I was filled with wrath, even though I kinda hope you overlook that last part because this is Billy Tyson we're talking about. I'm scared now. I'm asking that you please deliver me out of this, not for me, but because this child deserves a chance to meet her father. Please, God.

Grace

Mrs: Reyes: What did the doctors say?
Carlos: That he's headed in the wrong direction
Mrs. Reyes: Well, doctors don't know everything. This boy is a fighter, and he's got something to fight for. He's got the love of his life sitting right here waiting for him.
Carlos: We broke up.
Mrs. Reyes: What? When?
Carlos: A few months ago.
Mrs. Reyes: Why didn't you say anything?
Carlos: I wanted to, but it was so amazing how you and dad supported us, I just didn't want to let you down.
Mrs. Reyes: Carlos, there is nothing you can do to let us down. Your father and I are so proud of the man you are, you have no idea how proud.
Carlos: Thank you.
Mrs. Reyes: And we love, TK, too, and when this boy wakes up, we're going to have a little conversation.
Carlos: A little conversation about what?
Mrs. Reyes: About how he thought he could break my baby's heart and get away with it.

You don't have to ask for my forgiveness because you already have it. No matter what happens, I can't think of anyone I would have rather had my son serve under than you.

Owen

Hey, T.K., it's me. I've been here for a while now. I don't even know if you want that, but I guess you're not in any position to walk out this time. And even if you can't even hear it, Mom's right. I just need to say it. I'm so mad at you right now. And you know what the worst part of this is if this is goodbye, I can't even hold your hand, or run my fingers through your hair, or kiss your head. Not without it feeling like it's some kind of violation. Believe people when they tell you who they really are. Just believe them, right?

Carlos

T.K.: I hurt him so bad, mom. What if he doesn't want to take me back?
Gwyn: There's only one way to find out. You need to wake up!

Welcome home, T.K.

Carlos

Tommy: Now, have y'all decided what y'all are going to name this miracle baby?
Grace: Tommy, we wanted to name her Charlie. We just wanted to honor him, T. We don't want to overstep in any way.
Judd: Yeah, if it's uncomfortable or anything, you know, we ain't married to it, so.
Tommy: I like it. Do you like it? I like it very much.

9-1-1: Lone Star Season 3 Episode 4 Quotes

T.K.: Mom, am I dead?
Gwyn: You're not dead.
T.K.: Are you?
Gwyn: I'm not even here.
T.K.: How am I talking to you then?
Gwyn: Because you need me to be the person to tell you this.
T.K.: Tell you what?
Gwyn: Stop it.
T.K.: Stop what?
Gwyn: Dying.

Grace: Billy, if you are on your way to an, "I told you so," I will rip your weasel tongue out, stick it to that windshield just to watch it freeze.
Billy: You conjure quite an image.