- Stiles: All right, we have to do something.
- Scott McCall: Like what?
- Stiles: I don't know. Kill it, hurt it, inflict mental anguish on it. Something.
- Jackson: Do you see that?
- Lydia Martin: See what?
- Jackson: The hood on that piece of crap jeep looks crappier than usual.
- Stiles: [as the gang creates a large barricade in front of the classroom door] Guys - Can we just wait a second? You guys, listen to me, w - Can we wait a second? Guys? Stiles talking. Can we hang on one second, please? Hello! Okay, nice work. Really beautiful job, everyone. Now - what should we do about the 20 foot wall of windows?
- Jackson: Stay here.
- Lydia Martin: I'm not staying in the car.
- Jackson: Just stay...
- Lydia Martin: Do NOT leave me alone in the car!
- Jackson: Fine. Don't have a meltdown.
- Scott McCall: What do we do?
- Stiles: We get to my Jeep. We get out of here. You seriously think about quitting your job.
- Lydia Martin: You hear that? First it's, "He's only 26 minutes late," a month later it's, "He only hits me when he's drunk." Slippery slope, Allison, slippery slope.
- Scott McCall: No, Derek's not dead. He can't be dead.
- Stiles: Blood spurted out of his mouth, okay? That doesn't exactly qualify as a minor injury. He's dead, and we're next.
- Stiles: [about the Alpha] God, what is he doing? What does he want?
- Scott McCall: Me. Derek says it's stronger with a pack.
- Stiles: Oh, great. A psychotic werewolf who's into teen work. That's - that's beautiful.
- Stiles: We need to get somewhere with no windows!
- Scott McCall: Every single room in this building has windows.
- Stiles: Somewhere with less widows!