Do you think our luck's run out?


You need to stay away from my camp.


I can catch my own damn fish!


Leah: Where do you belong, Daryl? Out there in the river looking for your dead brother day after day after day — or do you belong here with me?
Daryl: I don't know.

Carol: You should have just let me get back on the boat.
Daryl: I should've.

I was right. Our luck's run out, you and me.