Parrish quotes from Teen Wolf

Sheriff, I'm not kidding. This thing is a few watts from being a lightsaber!

[to Natalie Martin about Lydia] I'm going to find a way to get her out of there. Even if I have to break through the walls.

[voiceover] It happens every night. I don't know when, and I don't know what triggers it, but at some point every night, I leave. When I come back, I find burned clothes and blood. If I didn't know certain things, I'd call it "sleepwalking." But I'm not just wandering out the door. I'm heading out with purpose. I'm searching for something. That's why I need you to follow me. I need to know where I'm going and what I'm doing. If people are getting hurt because of me... If I'm adding to the body count... I have to know. When I wake up at night, when it takes over, I want you to follow me. And, if you have to... I want you to stop me.

Sorry, but I can't let you walk out with this. It's way above the legal voltage limit.

Argent

[glances at Derek] I only use it for hunting.

Yeah, well, I'm pretty sure you could use it to jump-start a 747.

You're a good guy, Parrish. That's what they all said at your old station. Though, no one could tell me exactly why you left.

Maybe I needed a change? I don't really know. I guess I kind of felt drawn here.

Lydia

I would try to explain, but I've never gotten a satisfactory explanation myself.

Just an unusual habit of showing up at places where people have been brutally murdered?

Lydia

[smirks] Are you saying I have a reputation?

An usual one. Maybe you're psychic?

Lydia

Don't tell me you believe all that?

I'd like to say I don't believe in anything, but I keep an open mind. But, if you're looking for dead bodies, I think you're a little late.

Hey, let's get everyone off the roof. And, see if you can stall the M.E. for five minutes. I've got an expert of my own coming to take a look.

[suspicious] You have an expert on teenage cannibals?

You called Lydia?

[nervously] ...Yeah...

Because Meredith asked for her, or because of the other thing?

[confused] What other thing?

[whispers] The psychic thing.

You think Lydia's psychic?

Do you?

No, I do not. I think that she is, uh... intuitive.

That's what they used to call psychics-- intuitionists!

[sighs and rolls his eyes] And I used to call myself a rational human being...

Okay, that's kind of terrifying. What's the number?

Lydia

...That's how much you're worth.

[offended] I'm worth five dollars?!

Stiles

[holds up a hand] Five million.

I only make 40,000 a year. Maybe I should kill myself.

Brunski

What the hell are we running here? A bed and breakfast? We do not just open the door for anyone with a badge.

We need to talk to Meredith Walker. It involves a murder investigation.

Brunski

Well, you can talk to her all you want, but these two, especially that one [He points at Stiles]-- They're outta here.

They're crucial witnesses in an ongoing investigation. I wouldn't have brought them here if it wasn't absolutely... crucial.

Brunski

Okay, Deputy. How about you come back with a court order, then I'll listen. As for you, Mr. Stilinski, how about you come back with payment in full? That's right, Daddy might be the Sheriff, but he's late on the bills. I guess those government jobs aren't as reliable as they used to be, huh?

But, they do help when you need a favor. Like, how a month ago, Canaan P.D. helped you get home after blowing 0.1 on a breathalyzer?

Stiles

[mocks Brunski gleefully] No!

Brunski

[embarrassed] All right. I'm not against a little quid pro quo. Not at all. Not at all.

Stiles

[to Parrish] You. You, I like you! I'm gonna keep you!

Derek

[incredulously] He covered you in gasoline?

Lydia

It's the hair and nails, isn't it? The parts of the body that are essentially dead.

Derek

Well, they should be gone.

I was set on fire. All of me should be gone.

Scott

[sheepishly] Not if you're like us.

Okay, hold on. What's a bestiary? Actually, that's not even my first question. Just--Just tell me one thing. Are all of you like Lydia? Are you all psychic?

Derek

[amused] Psychic?

Yeah...

Scott

Not exactly.

Okay, then what are you?

[confused] What's a kanima?

Scott

...We'll get back to that. Just know that everyone like us, everyone with some kind of supernatural ability, is on the deadpool.

But I don't even know what I am.

Derek

I'm pretty sure they don't care.

How did she die?

Lydia

How's not the story-- it's what happened right before. My grandmother, Lorraine, used to work in San Francisco for IBM. She was there on a weekend, catching up on work. She started hearing this sound... like, rain. But, when she looked out the windows, all she saw was blue sky.

Scott

But she kept hearing the rain?

Lydia

And it just kept getting louder. Rain, and thunder, cracking like gunshots in her head. So loud, she finally just screamed.

Derek

Like a banshee...