Roads? Where we're going, we don't need roads.


Kenzi: I love you.
Bruce: I love you too, Kenzi.
Kenzi: I was talking to the car.

Bo: All I heard, was old.
Tamsin: Baby Fae.
Bo: Dead woman.

Sorry, I don't think Doctor Frankenbitch is here.


To Clan Zamora, a gift bestowed, immune to evil deed, to blow, for he who carries sacred twig, immortality shall cling.


Don't struggle, Dyson, it's futile.


Bo: If these assholes want a fight, let's give 'em one.
Tamsin: Juice me.

If your father was here he would kill them all and then resurrect them and then kill them again.


Bo: Whoever you are, I know you. I love you.
Lauren: And, I loved you.

The Fae have ruined my life, Bo. They have cursed my girlfriend, they have held me prisoner, sometimes literally, and all the while my brain, my talents ... Don't you see? This is a chance for me to do something meaningful to save my kind.


Bo: I'm here to get Dyson and no mad scientist can stop me.
Lauren: How about a sane one?

I have some very specific questions about the succuslut's lineage.

The Morrigan