April 1, 2017 | 0 Comments
Klaus: My daughter is not prodigy. Rebekah: Well, she’s much better than you ever were. Granted, the bar was very low.
Klaus: My daughter is not prodigy. Rebekah: Well, she’s much better than you ever were. Granted, the bar was very low.
Rebekah: Well, here you are, wherever there is booze and boobs.
Klaus: That’s lovely. Hope: Mom said you like to paint, too. Klaus: I do, very much.
Klaus: What horrible things did you tell her about me? Hayley: I told her you were a hybrid like me. I also told her you were very old.
Vincent: You remember my wife, Eva. Right? Marcel: Yeah, Eva, the child stealing psycho.
Vincent: I’m going to be a dad? Eva: You’re going to be a great dad, but not here.
Hope: Hello. Klaus: Hello. Hope: Mom, can I go play in the garden? Hayley: Um, yeah. Sure.
Freya: We need to put an ocean between us and Marcel Gerard as soon as possible.
Klaus: Thank you for not abandoning me. Rebekah: Well, I did consider it. The vote was rather close.
Rebekah: Woah. I think you got him. Kol: Can we leave this awful city now?