How It's Gotta Be

The Walking Dead 8×8

Carl: If you care, you do something. You don't just hope. It takes more than that.

Carl: There's gonna be something after the fight's over.
Rick: Not for everyone.
Carl: Okay, yeah, but... What about for you?

Carl: What, are we just gonna kill all of them?... Finding some way forward, that's harder. That's something more. Dad, that's how it's got to be.

Negan: Let's just cut through the cow shit -- you lose. It's over. So you're gonna line up in front of your little houses, and you're gonna work up some apologies, and then the person with the lamest one is gonna get killed.

Negan: Dig deep. I want these apologies to be memorable. Bonus points for creativity. Work up a poem, sing a song. I love that shit.

Michonne: Carl, we can't just let them have this place.
Carl: We can. All you need to do is survive tonight. This is my show. You said it.

Negan: Son of a bitch, Carl!... I thought we were havin' a moment, you little asshole!

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Maggie: How'd you get out?
Simon: Three guesses.

Simon: And, yeah... we're gonna have to kill one of your people. But then we're aces.

Negan: I'm gonna go to Rick's, make a little spaghetti. When he shows up, send him my way.

Dr. Carson: Wait. You killed a guard?
Eugene: No. His coffee was compromised. He's currently riding a porcelain bus with laxative and melted sugar-free-gum-induced diarrhea.

Gabriel: You're doing the right thing.
Eugene: As previously debated, that assessment is relative.

Maggie: We have to be ready. Gonna be up to Hilltop to make the last stand.

Dwight: Eugene.

Rick: You ever shut the hell up?

Carl: I brought him here. That's how it happened.

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