Klaus: Thank you for not abandoning me.
Rebekah: Well, I did consider it. The vote was rather close.

Rebekah: Woah. I think you got him.
Kol: Can we leave this awful city now?

Sorry to interrupt, though she does talk a lot. Should I lay her in a gulf?


Marcel: Are you going to use that on me? Infect me with the hex that damn near destroyed you?
Rebekah: I don't want to, but I will if I have to.

Camille: You just had to piss him off again, didn't you.
Klaus: Camille?
Camille: Not exactly, I'm a figment of your imagination. Remember?

Well, thanks for waiting and not, like, killing him.


Good lord that one had lungs on him. Should have been an opera singer.