Character: Hayley Marshall

The truth is that my husband died for love of me. And love to some of us - a death sentence.

- You were in my mind. You know what Celeste means to me.
- You mean mean?
- No. Do you have any idea how rare love is? For a thousand years, I've met her twice, and when I found it, I read it.
- I know what promises mean to you, Elijah, but you made it 200 years ago. And I live now. If I feel something, I act. If I want something, I take it. I choose to live, why would you choose the dead?

- You're Hayley, Klaus ' wife.
Fu. No. Never.

- Why are you trying to put together your family when it is obvious that part of her broken?
For me, the very definition of the word "broken" suggests that something can be repaired. I have a whole eternity to accomplish one single task - save my brother. If I surrender this, then tell me what my family needs me, yourself, your child?

You know, when I first met you, I thought you were a real bitch.
- What made you change your mind?
Oh, I still think you're a bitch. Only now I like it.

- Who to kill?
- Probably no one.
[suspicious look Haley]
- All right, or all.

- You barely know him, but still miss him. My brother such that he always causes such instant admiration?
- He was good to me.

The werewolf would like to know what the plan is.
Well, that depends what plan you mean, love. My plan for world domination or Rebekah's plan to find love in this cruel, cruel world.

- Rebecca told me that you loved each other like family. What happened?
- I created Marcel such. Treated him like a son. And when my father chased me and my family from New Orleans a hundred years ago, we thought Marcel was dead. We mourned him, each in their own way. And when I came back I found that he not only survived, but thrives. In place of having to look for us to be together again, he took everything my family built and appropriated. Now he lives in my house, sleeps in our beds. The letter "M" on all stamps, but this is not Marcel and the mikaelson. And I want it all back. And if I have to push him, I'll do it.

- I'm starting to think that we are similar in many ways. You and me. We're both loners who have learned to fight when we're cornered.
- Now we are stymied.
- Here it is. It's time to fight, little wolf.

- What happens between you? You say you hate him, but judging by the way you communicate, it is not. Even when you hate him, you love him anyway.
- Apparently, when you live with a person a thousand years to get away from it all the same what to lose a piece of yourself. But sometimes hate is too strong. Emil wasn't the only guy who got killed Klaus. He did it again and again, every time I liked someone. Continued to kill. Until finally I stopped falling in love.

- You slept with someone else, admit it!
Hey! I have a few days kept some crocodile swamp, because I think if I'm carrying a magical child. Don't you think I'd admit it if it wasn't yours?