Tami Oldham: What's it like sailing out there on your own?
Richard Sharp: Miserable.
Mundy: Hey guys, check out my arm. I think my arm is trying to write something.
Boyce: Three months ago, I was cutting grass on my front yard. The mailman shows up with a letter from the army. Now I'm here, and no idea where I'm going to end up.
Bianca Lind: If you let us go, we might live. If the police don't interfere, nobody will get hurt and we will survive. You can save our lives.
Olof Palme: And the best way to do that is not to let them out on the roads with you.
Bianca Lind: But we are willing to take that risk.
Olof Palme: I wish that would make a difference, but, as Prime Minister, I'm responsible for all the Swedish people.
Bianca Lind: Exactly. But all the Swedish people are not in here, we are trapped in here. We.
Sean: She's an enigma my wife. You can get close to her, but you never quite reach her. She's like a, beautiful ghost.
Oscar Wilde: I am my own Judas.
Jack Mulligan: What I've learned from men like my father and your husband is that you reap what you sow.
Veronica: Let's hope so.
Daphne Blake: Velma, the tube just ate her! The tube ate Mikayla!
Velma Dinkley: Okay, I'm...pretty sure it's just a secret elevator or something.
Daphne Blake: Okay, right, right. (00:53:25)
Lucas Hill: My wife and I are old friends. And sometimes, with an old friend, you learn to squint away certain things, things you'd maybe rather not see.
Katya: Is it just her doing this, not-seeing, or you too?
Lucas Hill: The thing about squinting, you can never be certain what you might not be seeing.
Shelly 'Elle' Evans: Are you a boy princess or a girl princess?