Herb: Are you really going to kill him?
Lila: Of course not, I love him.

Darling, blood is thicker than water. But you can drown in either.

Handler

Handler: Your puppy, your responsibility. Or are you forgetting our little agreement?
Lila: You only let him stay hoping I’d have to kill him. Was this all a test?
Handler: Everything is a test, darling.

Okay, Luther, listen. I know your feeble mind only listens to age and authority, so listen very closely. Yet again, you are experiencing daddy issues, this time with your own brother, which honestly is making me a bit crazy.

OurFive

Luther: I feel bad for him. He’s just a little guy.
OldFive: Everybody’s a little guy to you. You look like King Kong and the Hitler Youth had a baby.

Okay, Klaus. You can do this. You fought in Vietnam. You survived a family of seven. And you once wore a sarong to a fraternity party and got a shitload of numbers.

Klaus

Klaus: If you don’t make it back, there’s one thing that I need to tell you.
Diego: What?
Klaus: You look like Antonio Banderas with the long hair. I just thought you should know.
Diego: Thanks, man.

Vanya: I’m not pretending.
Reginald: Of course you are. You choose to live in a fantasy, a land of make-believe where you don’t have to face who you really are. Rather than face the complexities of your own existence, you choose to hide inside someone else’s. A silly life on a silly farm. That’s not meant for you.

Allison: Ray, Baby. Are you okay?
Ray: No, no I’m not okay. First of all, this son of a bitch beams into our living room with yet another one of your brothers, and he’s talking about stopping one of your sisters from blowing up some buildings, and I got a dead man wrapped up in my best rug, babe.

Forget about the little jerk-off’s plan. It’s way too complicated. A much better plan is for us to travel to 2019. All we have to do is make nice with Vanya. Stop her from destroying the world. Easy-peasy.

OldFive

Vanya is the bomb. She will always be the bomb.

Diego

Herb: It’s an honor to meet you, Mr. Hargreeves.
Diego: You know me?
Herb: Everybody knows you! I mean, you’re Number Two. You’re legend!