Teen Wolf

Derek: Is this yours? *breaking his stick from Lacrosse*

Lydia: [to Peter in her hallucination] Are you real? Peter: Interestingly, that question can also be answered, "Not yet."

Derek: I can move my toes. Stiles: Dude, I can move my toes.

Peter: Derek, we need Lydia. Derek: There no ti-! Peter: That's the problem-- we're rushing. We're moving too fast. And while everyone knows that a moving target is harder to hit, here we are racing right into Gerard's cross-hairs. Derek: If I get the chance to kill Jackson, I'm taking it.

Peter: Quite the situation you’ve got yourself in here, Derek. I mean, I’m out of commission for a few weeks, and suddenly, there’s lizard people, geriatric psychopaths, and you’re cooking up werewolves out of every self-esteem deprived adolescent in town.

Stiles: Holy God!

Chris: Hockey on grass is called field hockey.

Chris: You eat meat?

Math Teacher: Mr.McCall, you’re not even close to solving your problem. Scott: Tell me about it…

Stiles: I’ve been scarlet-nerded by you!

Derek: Start the car, or I’m gonna rip your throat out. With my teeth.

Melissa: Have you told her how you feel? Scott: She knows. Melissa: Listen, dumbass, I’m gonna let you in on a secret that most guys don’t even have a clue about, all right? You ready?…Women love words. Scott: Hmm? Melissa: You need to tell her how you feel. Just say it. Say it again. Say it differently. Learn how to say it better. Learn how to sing it. You know, just write it in a poem and a letter attached to flowers. Carve it in a tree, in a sidewalk in wet cement, tattoo on your arm.

Allison: Why did you do that? Scott: Because I love you.

Stiles: And you’re a Mac guy. Does that go for all werewolves or is that just a personal preference?

Derek: Stiles, get out of there, right now! It’s him. He’s the alpha. Get out!