Carolyn: One of the great unspoken truths of life, Eve, is that people behave exactly as you expect them to. Take you, for example: you are about to embark on some mad endgame, when in fact, you know deep down, you’re just a woman who likes an inappropriately-timed croissant on a hungover Sunday morning.

Villanelle: I did it, Eve.
Eve: Don’t you mean we did it?
Villanelle: Yeah, but mostly me.

Carolyn: Finally, the head honchos of the Twelve in one room. You can have this one, Eve, with my blessing.
Eve: It’s always been mine.

Eve: One time me and Bill were in there and saw a man vomit into his pint glass and drink it.
Villanelle: Bill?
Eve: You murdered him? On a dance floor, in Berlin?
Villanelle: Of course! I remember Bill.
Eve: So do I.

I swear to God you women will be the death of me.


Do you know I used to be married? I used to play bridge. I used to sing karaoke…I just watched a woman bleed to death and killed a man….I wanted to kill him, so I did. I wanted Villanelle gone, and now she’s gone. And unbelievably, I survived.

Gunn: If you threaten my way of life, Villanelle, I will rip you apart, slowly. Your choice.
Villanelle: If you can catch me.

Pam: What's wrong with you?
Konstantin: I'm fine.
Pam: You don't look fine – you look like an angry Santa Claus.

Eve. I thought I lost you there for a minute.
Villanelle: And?
Eve: I didn’t like it.

Carolyn: You’re not going to shoot me in the back, are you?
Helene: Oh, that wouldn’t be very polite.

Eve: Have you lost your mind?
Konstantin: She's good with anatomy
Eve: Of corpses!

Well done. You’ve killed one. And they’ll just replace him…again and again. Over, and over, and over.


Killing Eve Quotes

Most of the time, most days, I feel nothing. I don't feel anything. It is so boring. I wake up and I think, again, really? I have to do this again? And what I really don't understand is how come everyone else isn't screaming with, with boredom, too, and I try to find ways to make myself feel something. More, and more, and more, but it doesn't make any difference. No matter what I do, I don't feel anything. I hurt myself; it doesn't hurt. I buy what I want; I don't want it. I do what I like; I don't like it. I'm just so bored.


Villanelle: You're ruining the moment.
Eve: What do you think is happening here?
Villanelle: What? I think we...
Eve: You think we'd be what? Become Bonnie and Clyde? Just go on a killing spree, cut a few throats?
Villanelle: Stop it.
Eve: You want me to be a mess. You want me to be scared! But I'm like you now. Not afraid of anything. This is what you wanted.
Villanelle: This is what YOU wanted! This is what you wanted. [Eve backs away] No, Eve. Why are you being like this? You love me.