Phil Coulson: You got a chance to express all your feelings?

Melinda May: Is he still breathing?

Phil Coulson: I guess she kept some of it to herself.

Melinda May: He's having trouble speaking. I think I fractured his larynx.

Phil Coulson: Oh, good. Your attempt to cross off Fitz and Simmons failed. But Fitz may never be the same again. So, I'm gonna invent new ways to ruin the rest of your life. And we'll do whatever's necessary to get HYDRA intel from you, but your torture? That's gonna be internal.

Melinda May: And a little bit external.

Phil Coulson: Sure, some of that. But you devoted your entire life to a deranged narcissist who never gave a damn about anyone, and now he's dead. And you've got the rest of your life to wrestle with the question, "Who are you without him?"