Nat, you have more important things to think about. Like getting out of here. We aren’t playing bed-the-orderly with him.

Call me Tinker-bell one more time. I dare you, Ryder Grimm.

Maybe Fate just fucked up, wouldn't be the first time. But you can't change facts. No pulse, not breathing, equals dead. And the dead don't come back, if they do, they come back wrong.

You tickle my fancy, and I don’t need anything on TV to help with that.

You’re a ghost, Nick. A ghost. I don’t know how it’s possible or if it is possible. Even if I didn’t imagine the whole situation, it’s never happening again.