Jeremy: At the Homestead, during the evacuation, we were taken by soldiers. They put us in the back of their truck and headed out of the Ghost River Triangle. They tasered me, tied me up, but I was so worried about you being stuck in the Garden that I asked Robin to find you, to help you, to jump. And he did right into that mind-altering fog that suddenly surrounded the Triangle. He was in it for weeks. When they finally pulled him out, he had torn his own face off. I’ve been going to these meetings every Tuesday just so I can slip small doses of serum into his coffee, hoping that it’ll build up in his system over time.
Wynonna: I can’t believe you’ve been carrying all this on your own.
Jeremy: I just want him to be happy even if it’s with a new face or in the arms of someone else.
Wynonna: You’ll figure it out. We will help you any way we can.
Jeremy: No, no, that’s just it, Wynonna. This mind fog, it’s spreading.

Waverly: I may not know who I am, but I know I’m not alone.
Wynonna: You were the best sister I ever had.
Waverly: How do you know?
Wynonna: I know.

BBD agent: Robin, last year was a mess. Remember how we ran out of the body bags?
Robin: I’m in accounting, so…
Jeremy: Last year we didn’t have Wynonna.
BBD agent: But can Wynonna stop upper management, the fog, my panic attack?
Jeremy: Agent St. Cloud, here. Better?
BBD agent: I didn’t mean to see crass about your friends out there on the front lines.
Jeremy: I’m sorry too.
BBD agent: For what? You put almond milk in here? Soy?
Jeremy: Yeah, yeah, a bit of both.
BBD agent: I can only consume pure, pure dairy.
Jeremy: Yeah, call it vegan revenge.
Robin: He doesn’t sound very good.
Jeremy: Either you hand over your phone to me now so I can bypass the security system, or I take your meds, dump them in some oak milk, and watch you balloon like the Kool-Aid man.
BBD agent: Oh no.
Jeremy: Oh yeah.

Nicole: It’s your wedding. It should have everything that you want. You want costume changes, or skywriting?
Waverly: Are you making fun of me?
Nicole: We should release doves or butterflies, and we need to nail down a wedding hashtag, like stat.
Waverly: Someone’s here. I should…
Nicole: Hey, hey, what about WavNic or HeatWave? WayHaught? No that’s ridiculous.

Doc: What did happen with you and Ma’am Clanton?
Waverly: I don’t remember. I only touched her. Could that have killed her?
Doc: You are powerful.
Waverly: But all I want is to be happy. I’m engaged. I’m in love. I want that for everyone, including you.
Doc: I know little lamb.

I don’t want to let go.

Waverly: I can almost see the love vibrating off them.
Dimitri: It’s fake, pumpkin. Your insane sister caused it with a glitter bomb.
Waverly: You’re always so sad. Wait, not just sad. What was their name?
Dimitri: Amon.
Waverly: What?
Dimitri: Yeah, after two years, he changed the locks. He said I bored him.
Waverly: Your heartbreak proved that love does exist, and their love for one another isn’t faked. It just gets buried day to day under hurt and pride. It doesn’t always last forever, but it’s real.

Amon: I guess I am a monster.
Wynonna: Who gives a fuck?
Amon: I thought you wanted to kill me.
Wynonna: All I want is to stoop feeling guilty for what I am when what I am is necessary.
Amon: You’re a confusing woman.
Wynonna: Flexible too. Are you going to tell me you’re in love with my sister now?
Amon: No, ma’am.
Wynonna: Then show me how you ride that bull.

Wynonna: Loblaw’s into your flaming lady buns.
Waverly: Stop.
Wynonna: That stone-cold battle axe wants you to pat the bunny.
Waverly: It’s not funny. What if there’s something seriously wrong with her?
Wynonna: Baby girl, what’s wrong with Bun-Bun is she’s a homophobic ho, and you fixed it with your magical coogi.
Waverly: Stop.
Wynonna: Honestly, I am in awe.

Dimitri: No love is real. I know that for a fact because I am a love professional.
Waverly: Love might be the only thing that’s real. Nicole died for me. I would kill for her, and if you can’t feel that much, then I’m sorry for you, truly.

Amon: I will not sleep with you.
Wynonna: Why because I’m the Earp heir? Come here.
Amon: Because I love Waverly.
Wynonna: What?

Well slap my ass and call me the sister-in-law, except you. You’re not allowed to participate in the slapping of ass.