Glenn: Admit it, you only came back to Atlanta for the hat.
Rick Grimes: Don’t tell anybody.
Daryl Dixon: You’ve given away half our guns and ammo.
Glenn: Not nearly half.
Daryl Dixon: For what? A bunch of old farts who are gonna die off momentarily anyhow? Seriously, how long do you think they got?
Glenn: How long do any of us?
Miguel: Merle? What kind of hick name is that? I wouldn’t name my dog Merle.
Rick: Let’s get one thing clear, this isn’t a democracy anymore.
Jenner: This is our extinction.
Daryl: Keep drinking, little man. I wanna see how red your face can get.
Dale: I see a chance to make a new start.
Rick: You don’t know what it’s like out there. You may think you do, but you don’t. It’s only a matter of time. There’s too many of those things. My boy, my wife, I never told them what I really thought. I never even hinted, just, just kept it in, kept us moving, kept it in, kept us moving.
Jimmy: I want a gun.
Daryl: And people in hell want slurpees.
Jenner: The day will come when you won’t be.