Character: Stiles Stilinski. Page 1

Damn! Okay. Maybe there's something like a window through which we could crawl. Or something like a pen that you can pull out with the help of supernatural forces. I never thought of this?

What if it's the same as me?
- Scott, via that girl's been more than a gigawatt of electricity. It is not like you.

- How do we know it's not her?
- I saw the eyes of the beasts and saw in the bottom of pure evil. And the eyes of Lydia, I see fifty percent evil, well, maybe sixty, and on good days not more than forty.

- You told me that I would go camping!
- Yes, we went... To Mexico.

- What are you doing?
Well... I'm not doing anything, Danny, this is your dream. It's just a dream.
Why are you digging in my stuff?
- Yes, but it's all in a dream, remember? This is a dream. You dream about it.
- Why would I dream about you going through my stuff?
I don't know, Danny, okay? This is your dream, figure it out!

- And you know who else is a virgin? I! I'm a virgin, okay? This means that my lack of sexual experience is now a threat to my life! I need to have sex! Someone is bound today to have sex with me! Someone is bound to have sex with me right now!!
Well, I can.
- But!!!.. What?
- Come to me tonight at nine and stay all night. I love hugs.

And he was like a virgin? He looked like a virgin? Well, you know how virgins look?
- No. Definitely not. Deaton makes me have sex with all clients, these are the rules.

- Hey, don't worry, I'll be there.
- I'm going.
You thought it through? Do you have a plan?
Not yet.
- The suit?
Not yet.
- And tickets to the ball? When you get there?
- No. And I don't know.
- So you're going to go to the dance on a Bicycle and not even worried that you don't have a costume and you're a werewolf, which the hunters of werewolves want to kick ass?
Yeah. Will you help?
- Well, then!

- This guy, uh, what he wanted?
- For murder.
- What kind of murder?
- Mass murder.

- I've got you, Stiles. You're the only one.
- Oh, that sounds quite foreboding. Maybe find me a less responsible job?

It's a solid film, wrapped in a scarf. Why do you even need a scarf in 18 degrees?

- Take him to my house and not take your eyes off him.
- Okay. What are you gonna do?
- Want to talk to those with whom we have long had to talk.
I hate him!

- Hey, Lydia. You've been right every time something like this has happened, right? So don't start doubting yourself now.
- No smell. No bomb. And because of me you have a problem.
Now, look... barrow was there. Okay? You knew it, you felt it. And look, if you wanted, I would now go back there and would be looking for him all night just to prove it.

- I hate math. It's pointless.
Is a school. And it is important. And mathematics is required.
Why?
- To know how much to tip at a restaurant.
And other less important Sciences. Such as medicine, Economics, engineering...
And for the tip.