Walt: baby please don’t go! I can’t live without you!
Vic: then die.
Walt: Hey, hon. What’re we doing tonight?
Vic: Karaoke or murder.
Vic: I’ll decide in the car.
Vic: Walt, I may not make it.
Walt: Don't be ridiculous. You're too stubborn to die. We all know that.
Henry: Walt, how's it going?
Walt: Not so good. I feel weird. Ever since Vic got here, my head has been filled with rainbows and Enya.
Walt: Vic. It's good to see you back on active duty.
Vic: You know, I thought about dying but realized I couldn't afford it on a deputies salary.
Vic: I'm going to stab someone.
Walt: Manners, Vic.
Vic: Politely, I'm going to stab someone politely
Henry: ...So what's it like dating Vic?
Walt: Once, I asked her for a water while she was pissed at me, and she brought me a glass full of ice and said "wait."
Vic: I'm loving that hat on you. It would look even better on my floor.
Walt: What is happening now.
Henry: I suggested she be friendlier, she seems to have slipped right into overt sexuality.
Vic: I got something you could slip into.
Henry: [about vic and walt] Are they flirting?
Cady: I think so.
Vic: We are not flirting, we are arguing.
Walt: We are flirting.
Walt: We found a small amount of explosives on land near the Royal Docks.
Vic: Well, technically a small dog found it. He's an even smaller dog now.
Vic: Is there a reason we're not meeting in a bar right now?
Walt: Well, yeah. It's 10 o'clock in the morning.
Vic: I don't know what's worse: getting older or getting wiser.
Longmire: Remember, just head away from the sound of gunfire.
Henry: What about you?
Longmire: We're heading towards the gunfire.
Walt: You shoved a French cop off a cliff?
Vic: There was a lake below!
Walt: Sixty feet below.
Vic: You know, some people, when they read the paper, they relax. They're off the clock.
Walt: My clock has its own schedule.
Vic: Where the hell are you man?
Walt: A hospital.
Vic: Are you okay?
Walt: No.
Vic: [Long pause] You wanna elaborate?
Walt: Are you crying?
Vic: No.
Walt: Cause' crying will not be tolerated.
Vic: Shut up. I am so armed.
Walt: Maybe you don't know what you're looking for.
Vic: Like evidence of conjury or the black arts or shamanism, divination, Wicca or any kind of pagan or neo-pagan practice. Charms, cards, familiars, bloodstones, or hex signs or any of the ritual tableaux associated with the occult, Santeria, Voudoun, Macumba, or any high or low magic?
Walt: Vic?
Vic: Yes?
Walt: Marry me.
Vic: I was hoping for something a little more helpful.