- [first lines]
- Klaus Mikaelson: [narrating] In New Orleans, bodies cannot be buried. Instead, in boxes above the ground, the dead cluster together. When a man passes on, his family tomb is cracked open. Old bones are shoved aside to make room for fresh remains. Bloodlines mix, rotting together.
- Freya Mikaelson: [re Hope] We've got to let her make her own decisions.
- Klaus Mikaelson: She's just a child.
- Freya Mikaelson: Her childhood ended three days ago, when she lost her mother.
- Kol Mikaelson: [drops down naked from nowhere into the Chambre de Chasse] Oh... bloody hell! My least favorite nightmare!
- Elijah Mikaelson: [yells out to Klaus] I am *not* your brother! I didn't ask for any of this!
- Rebekah Mikaelson: You most certainly did. It's not like you held a family vote before you erased us!