Elena Gilbert: Dear Diary, I'm not a believer. People are born, they grow old and then they die. That's the world we live in. There's no magic, no mysticism, no immortality. There is nothing that defies rational thought. People are supposed to be who they say they are and not lie or hide their true selves. It's not possible. I'm not believer. I can't be. But how can I deny what's right in front of me? Someone who never grows old. Never gets hurt. Someone who changes in ways that can't be explained. Girls bitten. Bodies drained of blood.
Damon Salvatore: I'm not some drunk sorority chick. You can't rufie me.
Zach Salvatore: You don't visit, Damon... You appear. Periodically. Reminding me that this isn't my house, that you're only allowing me to live here... allowing me to live.
Damon Salvatore: Someone had to mow the lawn.
Vicki Donovan: I think you might be in trouble.
Jeremy Gilbert: What'd you do?
Vicki Donovan: Elena saw me.
Jeremy Gilbert: I'm a drug-using delinquent. A girl in bed doesn't really rank, sorry.
Stefan Salvatore: During the Dark Ages, when a vampire's actions threatened to expose or bring harm upon the entire race, he would face judgement. They sought to reeducate them rather than to punish them.
Damon Salvatore: You know what will happen if I don't feed on blood.
Stefan Salvatore: You'll grow weaker and weaker, and eventually you won't be able to move or speak. In a week, your skin will desiccate, and you'll mummify. A living corpse, unable to hurt anyone... ever.
Damon Salvatore: So what, you just going to just leave me in the basement... forever?
Stefan Salvatore: I've injected you with enough vervain to keep you weak. Once your circulation stops, I'll move you to the family crypt, and in a 150 years we can reevaluate.
Elena Gilbert: I think my paranoia has turned into full-blown hallucinations.
Stefan Salvatore: Part of your charm.
Damon Salvatore: [Stefan has locked Damon up] You won. Now nothing can come between you and Elena. Except the truth. The lies catch up to you, the longer you keep lying to yourself about who you are.
Stefan Salvatore: The beauty of you in there and me out here... is that I can walk away.
Elena Gilbert: Dear diary, I'm not a believer. People are born, they grow old and then they die, that's the world we live in. There's no magic, no mysticism, no immortality. There is nothing that defies rational thought. People are supposed to be who they say they are and not lie or hide their true selves. It's not possible. I'm not a believer. I can't be. But how can I deny what's right in front of me? Someone who never grows old. Never gets hurt. Someone who changes in ways that can't be explained. Girls bitten. Bodies drained of blood.
Sheriff Liz Forbes: Honey, are you okay? Anything you wanna talk about? Is it a boy thing?
Caroline Forbes: Mom, if I wanna talk boys, I'll call Dad. At least he's successfully dating one.
Caroline Forbes: [to Bonnie] What are you doing with that candle?
Elena Gilbert: [as Stefan opens the door] What are you?
Caroline Forbes: Stefan, where's Damon? He has some serious apologizing to do.
Stefan Salvatore: He's gone, Caroline.
Caroline Forbes: When's he coming back?
Stefan Salvatore: He's not coming back. I'm sorry.
Elena Gilbert: [comforting her friend] This is a good thing, Caroline.
Caroline Forbes: [nods blankly] I know that.
Vicki Donovan: I'm sorry, I didn't mean to make you mad.
Jeremy Gilbert: Well, what are we doing, partying in a cemetery with a bunch of losers?
Vicki Donovan: Those are my friends.
Jeremy Gilbert: They're a waste-of-space small-town lifers.
Vicki Donovan: Yeah? What am I?
Jeremy Gilbert: You're different, Vick.
Vicki Donovan: No, you are. You're the kid with the big house who's acting out because his parents died. Guess what? You'll get over it. You will pull yourself together, move on, and one day tell your kids stories about your dark period growing up, and I'll still be here, waiting tables at the Grill, partying at the cemetery with a bunch of waste-of-space small-town lifers.
[as he tries to get a word in:]
Vicki Donovan: Go home, Jeremy! If I wanna feel like crap about myself, I'll just go back to Tyler.
[turns, goes back to her friends]