Character: Damon Salvatore

When you die, you don't have to go to work.

- It's not bourbon. This is tea.

- Ran up, Van Helsing.

Either everything is very good or everything is very bad.

- Never! Even my biased brother knows I'll blow his ass from here to Kentucky if he helps Catherine Pierce get one more day on this earth.

- Please don't leave me.
- I have no choice, baby.

And this is the expression that appears on my face when I don't understand you.

Looking at the stars. Listening to the universe laughing at me.

Gotta run, I have a murder to plan. Busy day.

See, I never tortured people in secret. I do everything openly, that the enemy saw my anger.

I'm not leaving you here to die, Stefan.
- No. Leave.

- Are you really going to stand here and argue, who is the atonement necessary? You are not to blame for the death of Enzo, Stefan!
- Many do not repeat, though it will not be! We are responsible for your actions, every me shed a drop of blood lies on my conscience.
- On my conscience much more!
- Damon, I'm human. In sixty years I will grow old and die. You're literally waiting for eternity with Elena.
- Why do I need this eternity without you?
- I think I'm glad? I just married my wife when I get back to it. It has been almost two centuries since then, as I turned you into a vampire. I did everything I could to turn you into a man that deserves happiness.
- No.
- Let me do this for you.
- No.
- Then let me do this for me. Please.
I love you, bro.
I love you too.

- I know the bride and groom wrote their own vows.
- Wrote.
- Okay, okay. Tell stories. Now.

For the mother of Mystic falls, who first hated me, and then became best friend. She was strong, caring. She not only protected our city but were able to grow a beautiful daughter who will become my family. For Liz Forbes. She was gone, but not forgotten.