Seems we're officially orphans.


Cami: Drinking in front of a baby. New all-time low?
Vincent: You're the one who brought her into a bar.

Esther: You brought me back from the dead to torture me.
Elijah: My dear mother. We simply need your blood. Though in the event you end up suffering I can't say I won't enjoy it immensely.

Marcel: When this is over, you and I are gonna settle up.
Klaus: Provided we survive what's to come tonight, I look forward to it.

I suppose it's a family trait. Everything we love, we turn to ash.


Well, my adage holds. Nothing good ever happens in a clearing in the woods.


[to Marcel] Fair warning. If you're still compelled to kill me you've got a hell of a fight on your hands.