Character: Lydia Martin

Is only one night.
Overnight a lot can happen.

- I'm not too close to food? Not close, right?
- How to look. Are you just following the bus or want to bump into him?

- I'm not supposed to tell anyone.
Oh, come on. Usually the one who says, "I'm not supposed to tell anyone" terribly wants to tell someone. So tell me.

- I hate you. I hate you so much!
- No. This is not so.
- You should be. I hate you.

- Can't you hear it?
- Lydia, I'm not sure anyone hears what you hear.

In any case, he left... Just imagine, an American werewolf in London. It's a disaster.
- So, you all?
And if I would go on a double date? Yes, it's a double date! But not the same Orgy! Will survive.

- 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.

- Lydia, you're not going anywhere without me. Especially in a place where one of the nurses almost killed you.
You he also almost killed.
And we're both still alive. See? Teamwork.

- We get out of here, okay?
- You can't. It's too dangerous.
- Lydia, please shut up and let me save your life.

- Is there no other way to track the history of the jeep before it was stolen?
- No.
- It could have fingerprints?
- Lydia, it's because of Stiles?
- Honey, don't you think you went too far? I don't know what's going on with you lately, but maybe now is a good time to talk to mom.
- Sorry, Yes, you are right.
- Hey, are you okay?
- No... Yes. Sorry, can just, do you mind if I...
- Of course.

I don't want to be safe. I want to save Stiles. Please don't let me be the only one not taken. I don't have Caleb.

You don't need a manual. You never read the instructions. Isn't it? You don't need it because you're too smart to waste her time. You will be able to understand. Stiles, you're the one who always understands around.

- How did you do that?
- I read somewhere that holding your breath stops panic. I kissed you and you held your breath.
- Did I do it?
- Yes, you did.
- Thanks for the idea.