- [Daryl says to Hershel that Glenn and him are tough sons of bitches]
- Tyreese Williams: How's Glenn doing?
- Hershel Greene: He made it through the night. He's breathing on his own now. Maggie and Bob are with him. He seems stable enough for me to get some air.
- Daryl Dixon: He's a tough son of a bitch.
- Hershel Greene: He is.
- Daryl Dixon: You're a tough son of a bitch.
- Hershel Greene: [Hershel walks on] I am.
- [Hershel, Sasha and Glenn pump an Oxygen Airbag to a sick man's throat]
- Hershel Greene: Some council meeting, huh?
- Sasha Williams: We're two members short.
- Hershel Greene: I think we should make some new rules before they get back. I hereby declare we have spaghetti Tuesdays every Wednesday. First we have to find some spaghetti.
- [as both the sick Sasha and sick Glenn stare at Hershel]
- [the sick Sasha tells Hershel that she's alive for how stupid he is]
- Sasha Williams: I don't believe in magic or luck. I do the math and I don't gamble. But I don't know if I'd be here right now if you weren't so damn stupid.
- Hershel Greene: [Hershel smiles] You know what? I'm gonna take that as a compliment.
- [Carl tells Rick that he can't keep him from getting sick]
- Rick Grimes: I need you to stay here.
- Carl Grimes: I will. But, Dad, you can't keep me from it.
- Rick Grimes: From what?
- Carl Grimes: From what always happens.
- Rick Grimes: Yeah. Maybe. But I think it's my job to try.