"You were eight years old. You were raised in a bunker by a psychopath. You had no idea what you were doing. You were eight years old. The fact that you've tortured yourself over it ever since proves what kind of person you really are."
"I can't hurt you. If I do, this collar will shut me down. I can't hit you or scream at you...so I'm just going to say this as cailmly as I can. Go to hell you crazy old bastard."
"Maybe it's still a work in progress....but it's still my kind of story. (Also a cute mysterious time traveler would also be my kind of story. Just putting that out there.)"
"Yeah, we kept running into all sorts of people back then singers, basketball players....it felt like we were teaming up with someone different every week!"
"They say when Elizabeth I ruled England, she maintained the kingdom on a knife's edge using what she'd study of Machiavelli. People remember what she did with her power once she had it: defeating her enemies, guiding her country into a new age. I'm increasingly impressed she ever got there."
"You can bullsh*t cook on TV, you can make your handler a steak, and you can crank out service for a roomful of strangers...But at some point in the past you forgot how to cook for love."
"You're doing this for the wrong reasons, Gwen. None of this will change the past. So long as you're out here alone, running from the truth trouble's gonna keep chasing you."