When in doubt, follow the blonde.

Evil sniffs out evil like cancer.

You practice those googly eyes in the mirror or just natural talent?

Dolls: You can't go in hot.
Wynonna: Have you met me? I'm always hot.

Double double shit ton of trouble.

I'm going to need a bigger coat.

What's wrong? A silver spoon stuck in your ass again?

Waverly: I can't believe I ordered you to shoot her.
Nicole: I almost did, too. I would shoot anyone for you.

Lucado: Hey, and I hope I don't need to stress this, but don't touch the goo.
Waverly: Oh, I don't even take free samples at the grocery store anymore.

Wynonna: Waverly needs space. She's dying under the weight of your expectations. Waverly's not the white picket fence in Purgatory girl that you want her to be anymore.
Nicole: You know, Wynonna, you're really mean when you drink before noon. And you drink before noon too often.
Wynonna: Hope your Tinder's game solid.

Pitter patter. Can't let the trail go cold.

Wynonna: You could show the teensiest bit of excitement.
Waverly: We're not really smoothie people.