STEREK

Derek: "This is the one controlling him? This kid?"
Matt: "Well, Derek, not everyone's lucky enough to be a big, bad werewolf. Oh, yeah, that's– that's right. I've learned a few things lately. Werewolves, hunters, kanimas. It's like a frickin' Halloween party every full moon. Except for you, Stiles. What do you turn into?"
Stiles: "Abominable snowman. But, uh, it's more of, like, a wintertime thing, you know, seasonal."
Scott: "Hey!"
Stiles: "You bitch."
Derek: "Get him off of me."
Matt: "Oh, I don't know, Derek. I think you two make a pretty good pair. It must kinda suck, though, to have all that power taken away from you with just a little cut to the back of the neck. I bet you're not used to feeling this helpless."
Derek: "Still got some teeth. Why don't you get down here a little closer, huh? We'll see how helpless I am."
Stiles: "Yeah, bitch."

Derek: "Pain´s gonna be worse than anything you´ve ever felt."
Stiles: "Ah. That´s great. Oh. Wow. That´s a lot for me. So I´m gonna take that as my cue. I´m just gonna wait outside."
Derek: "Nope. You help hold him down."

LMAO!

Stiles: "I know. Look, if you see my dad, can you tell him-- tell him I'll be there, I'll just be a little bit late, okay? All right, thanks."
Derek: "You're not gonna make it."
Stiles: "I know."
Derek: "And you didn't tell him about his mom, either."
Stiles: "Not till we find out the truth."
Derek: "By the way, one more thing."
Stiles: "Yeah. Oh, God! What the hell was--"
Derek: "You know what that was for. Go. Go!"

STILES: We need a real Alpha. You know what I mean. An Alpha who can do Alpha things. You know, an Alpha who can get it going. You know, get it Up?

Stiles picks up a defibrillator.
Stiles: "What about these?"
Derek: "You know how to use those?"
Stiles: "Um...no."
Derek: "Put them down."
Stiles does.

Derek: "It was a dream. Actually it was more like a nightmare."
Stiles: "Okay? What happened?"
Derek: "It started with these hunters that caught Peter and me. That´s why we left Cora. There is family of them nearby named Severo. They broke into my loft."

Stiles: "Who was it?"
Derek: "There´s a lot of myths about how people can be turned into a werewolf. Usually a bite. There´s one about rainwater."
Stiles: "Drinking rainwater out of the puddle of a werewolf´s print."
Derek: "There´s another one."

Stiles: "Derek, if this was only just a dream, why do you look so worried?"
Derek: "Because I don´t remember waking up. So...so tell me how do you know? How do you know if you´re still dreaming?"
Stiles: "Fingers. In dreams you have extra fingers."

Derek: "It´s real."

Stiles: "Okay, now the keys to every cell are in a password protected lockbox in my father's office. The problem is getting past the front desk."
Derek: "I'll distract her."
Stiles: "Whoa, whoa, whoa–you? You're not going in there. I'm taking my hand off."
Derek: "I was exonerated."
Stiles: "You're still a person of interest."
Derek: "An innocent person."
Stiles: "An–you? Yeah, right! Okay, fine. What's your plan?"
Derek: "To distract her."
Stiles: "Uh–huh. How? By punching her in the face? Unh."
Derek: "Heh, by talking to her."
Stiles: "Okay, all right. Give me a sample. What are you gonna open with? Dead silence. That should work beautifully. Any other ideas?"
Derek: "I'm thinking about punching you in the face."
Stiles: "How did you do that?"
Derek: "I'm the Alpha."