- Harry Greenwood: For the last bloody time, my name is James Westwell. My friends call me Jimmy. My mom called me Sprog. Once I had a girlfriend call me an arse, but never, not in a million years, have I gone by Harry!
- Harry Greenwood: What are you doing?
- Macy Vaughn: I feel like dancing.
- Harry Greenwood: That spell blew you back with quite a bit of force earlier. You might have a concussion.
- Macy Vaughn: No, Harry. What I have is... clarity. I don't want to overthink this anymore, or temper my feelings or keep waiting for the right moment.
- Harry Greenwood: So, what do you want?
- Macy Vaughn: For you to get your ass over here and dance with me.
- Ray Vera: You have every right to be angry. No kid should have to go through what you went through, and for that, I am sorry. I am. But the reason why I never told you the truth about not being your biological father was because it never really mattered to me. From the day you were born, you were my daughter. And to admit otherwise would have been a little too painful, because the truth is, see, the truth is... I love you too damn much.
- Maggie Vera: [tears roll down her cheeks] I love you, too, dad. You're a real softie, huh?
- Maggie Vera: Macy was right. It really was Julian all along.
- Mel Vera: But now he knows what we are. And where we are, which means SafeSpace is no longer safe.
- Julian Shea: Maggie?
- Maggie Vera: Julian.
- Julian Shea: What are you doing here?
- Maggie Vera: I'd ask you the same thing, but... everyone knows the handsome billionaire's always the bad guy.
- Ray Vera: Maggie, you're 20 years old. Your life can still be whatever it is you want it to be. Now, no pressure... but I do have some friends on the faculty at the University of Washington if you ever need me to make a call.
- Maggie Vera: Don't they think you're dead?
- Ray Vera: Yeah, well... for you, I'd gladly be resurrected.