Gabriel Stokes (to Eugene): You're a man of science... who not too long ago... would've found it impossible to believe that the dead could walk. So maybe... maybe it's not impossible to believe that you will know what the right thing is when the time comes. And then... you will... you'll act.
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.
Gabriel Stokes (to Negan): There had to be some reason I did what I did. Maybe this is the reason. I think... I'm here to take your confession.
Negan: I hope you got your shitting pants on.
Gabriel Stokes: What?
Negan: Your shittin' pants. I hope you're wearing them right now... 'cause you... are about to shit your pants.