I could have saved her, but I didn't. She clawed at the counter top, begging for her life. I stood there until it was over. Ahhh. It feels so good to say that out loud!


Hey, you can trust me. The stuff that I've done? No judgment.


So just find me an Andrew Peckham, somewhere within old man driving range.


Sarah: I can't do this without you.
Cosima: Obviously. I'm the geek monkey.

OK. I'm a bottle hider. But why do I have to admit that to a bunch of drunk losers?


Is that coffee? Jesus. You're the best date I've had in years.


Helena: White Russian?
Jesse: Pork rind?

Felix: Arthur, you beast. I'm not even taking any new clients.
Art: Oh yeah?
Felix: Yeah.
Art: Then how about you take your hand off of my ass?

You make me cry sestra.


Very pretty dirty sexy Rachel like my mother.


The entire project is essentially an orphan. We lost your pre-history, Cosima, and with it all record of several synthetic sequences embedded in your DNA.


Sarah's trying to learn everything about me, just as I am with her.