October 6, 2011 | 0 Comments
Elena: Where’s Damon? Caroline: Probably off somewhere doing bad things to good people. What? Consider me the honesty police.
Elena: Where’s Damon? Caroline: Probably off somewhere doing bad things to good people. What? Consider me the honesty police.
Caroline: If my own father, who I love dearly, can’t change me. No one can change Damon.
Elena: It’s an old family recipe, okay? Damon: I knew your old family. They made sucky chili.
Rebekah: So women in the 21st century dress like prostitutes, huh?
Elena: Stefan could have lived anywhere in Chicago and he chose this? Damon: There used to be an all-girls high school around the corner…
Damon: Stefan was a cocky Ripper douche, but I could avoid him and still indulge in a few Daisy Buchanans of my own.
Stefan: I remember you. We were friends. Klaus: We are friends.
Klaus: I’d forgotten what it was like to have a brother.
Stefan: If we were such great friends, then why do I only know you as the hybrid dick who sacrificed my girlfriend on an altar of fire?
Damon: You want a partner in crime? Forget Stefan. I’m so much more fun.