Wynonna: Mr. ‘I Am A Weapon.’ It’s me, Mr. ‘I Am Happy To See You.’
Doc: I see the shears did not fail you. Well, maybe this will.
Wynonna: What the hell, Doc? As far as reunions, go this is better than my high school, but not as good as 90210.
Doc: I demand you stop using the voice of the woman I care deeply for.
Wynonna: You care deeply for? At least I know you’re the real, emotionally constipated Doc.
Doc: And you are a fraud, a harlot.
Wynonna: That’s like your favorite thing about me.
Doc: The real Wynonna is back in Purgatory.
Wynonna: Listen, I found Nicole. She decked me. We did a road trip. We got sniped by a mouthy teen. We found and broke into an abandoned BBD facility. And then we killed a bunch of scientist mutants. But now I am here, and we have to get back there.
Doc: That is exactly what the false Wynonna would say. Your tricks are useless.
Wynonna: Tricks are for kids. We have one. Alice, remember?
Doc: Alice.
Wynonna: It’s me, Doc. It’s me. I’m no deep fake; I’m real.
Doc: I cannot risk it. I swore to protect Waverly.
Wynonna: Bollywood. Our safe word.
Doc: For when private time gets too…
Wynonna: Honky tonk.