Not making a decision is a big decision.
Bet you thought you were all gonna grow old together, sittin’ around the table at Sunday dinner and the happily ever after. No. Doesn’t work like that, Rick. Not anymore.
This, this is Lucille, and she is awesome.
Sucks, don’t it? The moment you realize you don’t know s***.
Pi**ing our pants yet? Boy, do I have a feeling we’re getting close.
In case you haven’t caught on, I just slipped my d*ck down your throat, and you thanked me for it.[to Rick]
Anybody moves, anybody says anything, cut the boy’s other eye out and feed it to his father and then we’ll start. You can breathe, you can blink, you can cry. Hell, you’re all gonna be doing that.
You can’t keep a big dog locked up forever. Sooner or later, he’s got to run.
Her head isn’t even in the game because I’m in her head, living rent-free.[about Maggie]
Funny how a little “Holy s***! Somebody’s gonna die!” lights a fire under everybody’s a**!
You should know, there is no door number four. This is it. This is the only way.[to Daryl]
You see, Rick, whatever you do, no matter what, you don’t mess with the new world order.
