Peter: You could always come to the club with us.
Derek: I’ll pass.
Stiles: Come on, dude, live a little! I’m sure there are plenty of gorgeous ladies out there waiting to throw themselves on you.
Paige: Or men
Stiles: Yeah!
Stiles: …Wait. What?
Scott: I know you miss him, but Derek left town and he's not coming back.
Stiles: It’s an interesting feeling you know?
Scott: What knowing it’s over?
Stiles: No being the only man in the world who knows it isn’t.
Derek: are you seeing anyone?
Stiles: as in dating or hallucinations?
Derek: You have got charisma!
Paige: What's that?
Derek: It's a special quality of leadership that captures the popular imagination and inspires allegiance and devotion.
Noah: Well, now that that's all settled, I think my future son-in-law should carve the turkey.
Stiles: Oh well you see, that's not necessary, because Derek and I were never.
Derek: Sure about the wedding date. So we'll just give it some time and see how things go.
Noah: Oh that's a hell of an idea. Hell of an idea!
Derek, incredulously: Stiles is in love with me?
Malia: Congratulations on being the last person to know.
Derek: You took advice from PETER?
Stiles: It’s called hitting rock bottom, Derek
Derek: What about you?
Stiles: You want me to come?
Derek: Yeah, come for me
Stiles: W-what?
Derek: I said come with me, stiles
Peter, in the background: No he didn't
Derek: "We need to get you home."
Stiles: "No, you don't understand."
Derek: "What don't I understand?"
Stiles: "I am home. You are my home."
Stiles: How unconditional is your love for me?
Derek: It wouldn't be unconditional if I put conditions on it now, would it?
Stiles: Good, keep that in mind if the police knock on the door.
Derek: *Sigh* Of course...
Scott: *sweating nervously*
Stiles, staring him down: so… Scott, what are your intends with our son?
Derek, exasperated: Isaac’s not our son.
Isaac: I’m not?
Derek: Ugg, there's nothing in the fridge.
Stiles: Well, you could always eat me.
Isaac: Do you realize there's other people in the room when you say this shit?
*trying to sneak into the pack house after staying out all night.*
Derek: Come on, Stiles, let's try the back door.
Stiles: Derek Hale! Coming on to me at a time like this!
Paige: You guys don't do anything halfway, do you?
Stiles: Nope.
Derek: We're two halves of a whole idiot!
Paige: Don't worry. Stiles likes your butt and fancy hair. I know, I read his diary.
Derek: He thinks it's fancy?
Peter: The Bible said Adam and Eve, so I did both.
Stiles: It's called the Bi-ble, not the straight-ble.
Derek: Amen.
Scott: One dinner. Just one dinner is all I ask.
I spent about 80% of my time talking about Derek, and the other 20% of the time, I was praying for someone else to bring him up so I could talk about him more.