Monroe: You might want to think about a change in venue.
Nick: You mean move.
Monroe: I mean get the hell outta here!
What if he's like me, or what if he's like you? What if he's some weird combination of both of us, like some Hexen-Grimm or Grimmenbiest?! I can't do this alone!Adalind
Down with the king!Meisner
Rosalee: I swear to God, if I have to cut up another body for a potion...
Monroe: ...or heal the captain one more time?
Rosalee: Let's drink to something.
Monroe: To something. [They clink their wineglasses.]
Don't you guys ever sleep?!Bud
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.
Monroe: We have to put on a show.
Nick: We may have to shoot him.
Well, this should be a jolly good romp!"Jack"
Bud: I don't know how you guys do it. I mean, living with this tension all the time!
Hank: For one thing, we don't use bats.
Hank: What if Jack's not gone?
Rosalee: Then shoot him for real!
Adalind: If she did that to the trailer, what's she going to do to me?
Hank: You mean besides kill you?
Rosalee: Now all we have to do is get Juliette to take it.
Monroe: That would be a snap, 'cause, you know, the last time she took something we gave her, boy, that worked out like gangbusters!