Klaus, have you seen Elijah? There's something I need to tell you both.
(starts walking away) You can tell me on the way.
What? Where are we going?
(stops and turns toward her) To see our daughter.
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S1 E15Unfinished Business
It has been said that all love begins and ends with she who gave us life. A thousand years ago, my mother turned us into monsters, yet still she claimed to love her children, even as she vowed to destroy us. The noble Elijah, tormented by long buried, shameful secrets. Kol, the wily troublemaker, out for no one but himself. Finn, the devoted acolyte, his love all too easily warped by our mother's sick hate. Fierce Rebekah, willing to risk everything on the chance that she might one day find happiness...and me, the bastard child, my mother's greatest shame.
A single violent outburst at a filthy road-side café, and one never hears the end of it.
[to Hayley] For all the poems written on the subject of unrequited love, there are so few on the pain of being the object of that affection. The truth is, Hayley, it's not love on which the strongest foundations are built. It's the decency of merciful lies.
Finn, please. I fought it for as long as I could. Look at me. I am still your mother! I'm sorry! I was just so hungry!
You're a hypocrite. You speak of purification, of cleansing the souls of our family, and yet you cave to temptation rather than standing with your principles? It was your morality, mother, your conviction that awed me. That's why I stood by you. That's why I fought for you! I would have done anything for you, my mother, she who gave me life! Yes. But I know that she would want from me to finish what we started.
[to his parents] We were a family once. I remember the love between you, how happy you were that I was your son. I remember the day that we lost our Freya and how we never got that happiness back. I remember it all. You should have stopped there. Instead, you had them, the monsters you call children, and for that, you will all pay.
You are not leaving this bloody house, Marcel!
My enlistment papers say otherwise. They call them the Harlem Hellfighters. Boat leaves tomorrow.
Is this lunacy because I forbid you to be with Rebekah? So now you're going off to fight the Germans. Fine. Go, but remember, Marcel, this is your home. I am your family, and if you haven't learned that in the century since I took you in, then learn it now! Family are not just people who coddle you, who grant you your every whim. They are people who fight for you, who you fight for, and if this family endeavors to stop you from making a tragic error of the heart, then, by all means, express your discontent, but what you do not do is abandon us! [beat] Fine. Go. You'll be back. The prodigal son always returns home.
We are family. Family is not determines by blood but by who you fight for and who will fight for you.
Anything good on?
[watching TV] These paintings can move. They depict a rodent breaking the bones of a rather tenacious feline.
Those are just cartoons.
Speak the devil's name, et cetera, et cetera.
You don't know a damn thing about being a wolf.
No. I don't. I never had the luxury to live among my kind nor the chance to truly know my father, but you knew him. Perhaps he saw in you the son he always wanted. I'm glad I was spared such a sorry fate.
Mary, I am so sorry.
MDMary Dumas
For what, knowing a monster, having baggage in your past? We all got that, some worse than others. When Jack was down, you fought for him. Lot of married folk never get that far.
[to Klaus] You absolutely will not believe the week I've had.
I know this wedding can work. We can bring our little girl home. But you have to trust me.
I do trust you. More than you know. (breaks Hayley's neck) Just I don't trust Jackson.
[on a painting of her] That is just not my chin, Nik. It was much more delicate.
The only delicate thing about you, sister, is your ego.
When placed beside the behemoth size of yours, certainly.
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