Guess you're not the only one who likes chopping off hands.


Malcolm: She's real, Gil.
Gil: It's possible that Martin told him about your nightmare.
Malcolm: It wasn't a nightmare. All my life people have told me that she was just a figment of my imagination. A bad dream. But she's real, and Paul knows what happened to her.
Gil: I'm one of those people, and you're right, it's time I consider the possibility that I was wrong. I don't know what happened to her, Bright, but I do know you're not in this alone. Your team is here to help you.

Ainsley: Hey, how are you feeling?
Jin: Like I've been stabbed in the chest with a prison shiv.
Ainsley: So like six out of ten?

Ryan: I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. How long do I have?
Malcolm: It's OK. You're safe.
Ryan: I'm not safe. You can't save me.

Gil: Edrisa, can you get an ID?
Edrisa: One nice thing about a severed hand is fingerprints. Perhaps the only nice thing.

Paul: You think you can just be smart, figure me out like a problem to be solved? But your curiosity is the real problem. Bad things happen when you snoop. Like when you found that girl.
Malcolm: What girl?
Paul: The one in your father's trunk.

Paul: Why were you delivered to me, Malcolm? To help me, or to stop me? 
Malcolm: I just want to talk.
Paul: No, you're a cop. You just want to catch me. 

Peter: Better if you leave me alone.
Malcolm: You know I can't do that.
Paul: That's not want I wanted to hear.

Dani: So, this is where Malcolm Bright grew up? It's nice.
Malcolm: Thank you. One day I'll give you the full tour. But the abridged version is that's where we usually have the Christmas tree. That is a portrait of my great Uncle Douglas. Oh, and right over there is where my father was arrested for killing 23 people.
Dani: It's a good looking uncle.

I was married to one of the most notorious killers of the 20th century. I can take care of myself.


Malcolm: I'll admit it was somewhat ill-advised.
Gil: To run into a dark tunnel alone and let him pop you like bubble wrap? Yeah, I'd say so.

Malcolm: My dad, he told me all he knew about murder. That's how I know how you think, I am my father's son.
Paul: Some things you cannot teach. It's in your blood. There's hope for you yet. 

Prodigal Son Quotes

 No one is born broken. Someone breaks us.


Malcolm, Malcolm, listen to me. I want you to remember something, OK? You're my son, and I love you. I will always love you because we're the same.