Rosita: You're the reason they were able to escape the Sanctuary. Everything that's happened since then, everyone who's died, that's on you.
Eugene: Rick's the one who pushed us all to take the Saviors on. He's the one who jumped headlong into this sh*t-storm with no waders. (Rosita pulls gun on him)
Rosita: You're selfish, and you're a coward, and you're a traitor. You turned your back on the only friends you ever had. Shooting you in the head right here would actually make the world a better place. But we're not gonna kill you, not because we give a rat's ass about you. We just need what's in there! (points at his forehead) We're gonna stick you in the darkest hole we can find, and the only time you'll see the light of day is when we need you to teach us how to do something. So don't worry... You'll get what you want. You'll live. But we're gonna force you to do something useful with your pathetic life.
Eugene Porter (to Gabriel): The answer is no! I will never, not on your Nelly, be on board with your plan. Your invite is declined. I will not end up like Sasha or you. You both made your choices, what I imagine most will calculate as the right thing, rolled your D20s and came up dead and seemingly soon to be. I cannot do the same. Now, judge me if you choose, but I'm seeing 20 for 20, I'm feeling 10 for 10, I'm receiving 5 by 5 that staying safe means staying alive, and I'm A-okay with doing whatever it takes to lock that down. So I will obey Negan. I will not cover for anyone's U-turn on loyalties, and I will damn well make sure that Dr. Carson stays cozy, comfy right here in case I ever require his healing expertise! And I won't feel bad about it. Because I will survive. It's in my biological imperative. It's all I know how to do.
Eugene Porter: Given that this building is currently surrounded by a Wilkes-Barre of walkers, I don't see an escape attempt... without putting to use the same flawed technique of innards which landed you in your status-quo piss-poor condition. What you may have forgotten in your request is that I am a small person who does not stick his neck out for anyone other than himself. I stick firmly within my lane without any need for a signal, hand or automatic.
Gabriel Stokes: All I want is for you to do the right thing.
Eugene Porter: And what is said definition on that? Can't say I ever sussed it out. Right for some can be downright horrific for others, and knowing that has kept me vertical when so many have gone horizontal.
Dwight: The Saviors are finished. Negan's finished. And this place... what it's been... that's all over. Food and water's runnin' low, workers are angry, the Saviors, they're gettin' scared. And this place is gonna fall, and all you have to do to be on the winning side is to stand down. All you have to do is nothing. Wait. Let it play out. Can you do that? You've seen what happens here... heard the screams... smelled the burning skin. You don't got blood on your hands yet, but that's comin'. Once you do those things, you become those things, and there's no goin' back. No forgettin' it.
Eugene Porter: What cranks my shaft is bein' safe. And here... me bein' safe means a whole lot of other people are safe. I think about that a great deal. Yes, I'm Negan... and it ain't perfect, but we are Saviors. We save. Like I said... your cloak-and-dagger's on the Q.T. All I ask is that you do nothin' that results in harm to anyone inside these walls, and it'll stay that way.