Wynonna: Why are you playing the old hag’s game?
Rosita: I am a survivor.
Wynonna: Last words that will look super ironic on your tombstone.
Rosita: The more you choke, the harder I get.
Wynonna: OK, boner.

Wynonna: You know these wenches?
Rosita: Yeah, some of them from a long time ago. Victims of Wyatt Earp.
Wynonna: America’s most beloved executioner. He was such a dick. How did he…
Rosita: Collateral damage. Wrong place, wrong time. Cursed once but protected here it seems.

Rosita: If the Earp curse is done Wynonna, why do you still need Peacemaker?
Wynonna: Because my work isn’t done.
Wynonna [to Peacemaker]: And neither is yours, with your holier than thou attitude, deciding who gets to wield your rusty ass. You think I’m not worthy. Judgy tool. You’re the one hiding like a little bitch.
Rosita: Wynonna, they’re coming.
Wynonna [to Peacemaker]: The curse may be over, but you know what, our enemies won’t stop coming just because we want them to. And I know you want what I want: to keep kicking evil ass. Enough bullshit. I do what needs to be done ‘cause I’m a hero, and you know what, sometimes, that makes me a killer.
Demon Nun: If you won’t fight, you’re both going to die.
Wynonna: Holy fuck. Come to mama. Hey, sexy. I missed you, too.

Ma’am: You’re not my Amazon delivery.
Waverly: You frogged my girlfriend. I’ll give you one chance to fix it before I give you a buckshot facelift.
Ma’am: Sweetie, I can’t fix it. That’s not how a vendetta works. We’re Capulets and Montagues, Hatfields and McCoys.
Waverly: Earps and Clantons.

Waverly: Basic bitch. Who gives a flipping fudge about the OK Corral anymore? If you don’t release Nicole, she’ll die.
Ma’am: You’re young; you’ll find someone else.
Waverly: I’d rather die.
Ma’am: Then you’ll be together. My ancestors will devour her. I have powers you cannot comprehend.
Waverly: Same, same bitch.

Wynonna: All right, Rosita, follow the path. The Ammolite will keep you safe.
Rosita: Yeah, from searing agony or you?
Wynonna: The rumbling you heard was Bulshar ending the curse. All right, there’s no Earp versus revenant thing anymore. We’re good. We don’t need to fight.
Rosita [to Doc]: It was your baby too.
Doc: I suppose you did what you did to survive, and I forgive you.
Wynonna: Totes. Water under the bridge.
Rosita: Mega convincing. I can smell the grudge on you like stale beer and Bubba Kush.
Wynonna: That’s the smell of my house almost burning down.
Rosita: Pinky swear you won’t hurt me?
Wynonna: How old are you?
Rosita: Pinky swear.
Wynonna: Oh my gawd. We hereby pinky swear we will not harm a hair on your head.
Rosita: Or anywhere else on my body. The devil’s in the details.
Wynonna: All right, whatever.

Wynonna: Rosita, of all the revenants that could have survived, it’s busty, brainy, baby-stealing Ro-fucking-sita?
Rosita: So this is it?
Wynonna: This is what?
Rosita: Seventy-six down, one to go. You’re going to kill me last like you said.
Wynonna: Done.
Doc: There will be no killing, as much as I also crave the satisfaction.

Rosita: What the hell? You’re trading me?
Wynonna: It’s better than killing you. Forgiveness? Well, now look who’s holding a grudge. My gun.
Rosita: What are they going to do with me?
Wynonna: I didn’t ask. I just need to save my friend.
Rosita: There was a time I thought you and I were friends.
Wynonna: Rosita, it’s just survival.
Rosita: Why does it always involve women betraying women?

Waverly: Ugh, OK well, should I kiss them?
Nedley: Worth a shot.
Ghost Nicole: Uh no, no, it is not. I am not in the frog.
Waverly: OK, come here, little princess. Just keep your tongue to yourself, OK.

Wynonna: What happened to women betraying women?
Rosita: I saw an opening. I jumped on it.
Wynonna: I’ll say. You’re like a sexy spider monkey.
Rosita: You lied.
Wynonna: I promised not to hurt you, so help me god, I am trying to keep my word.

I can’t believe she’s not trying to give us a sign. There’s never a damn pottery wheel when you need one.

Waverly

Waverly: Is she dead?
Jeremy: Technically. [Frog ribbits] Yes, it worked. It worked.
Waverly: What worked?
Jeremy: Can’t you see? She’s in the frog.
Waverly: You put my girlfriend into a frog?
Jeremy: And you’re welcome.