Klaus Hargreeves: You know, I suggest you get down off your high horse there, dear Papa. You never had our best interests at heart. Look at your precious Number One. Luther found all the unopened letters he'd sent you. He knows that you sent him up to the Moon for nothing.
Reginald Hargreeves: That was foolish of me. I should have burned it all.
Klaus Hargreeves: That's your takeaway? Oh, wow. Yeah, course it is.
Allison Hargreeves: Do you have any idea how insane this sounds?
Number Five: You know what else is insane? I look like a 13-year-old boy. Klaus talks to the dead, and Luther thinks he's fooling everybody with that overcoat. Everything about us is insane. It always has been.
Klaus Hargreeves: He's got a point there.
Number Five: We didn't choose this life, we're just living it. For the next three days, anyway.
Diego Hargreeves: You okay? Wow. This is a first. My brother Klaus is silent. Last time you were this quiet, we were 12. Ran down the stairs wearing Grace's heels, tripped over, and broke your jaw. How long was it wired shut again?
Klaus Hargreeves: Eight weeks.
Diego Hargreeves: Eight glorious weeks of bliss.
Hazel: What is so funny, you a**hole?
Klaus Hargreeves: Well, for one... you spent the last ten hours... beating me senseless, and... you've learned absolutely nothing. I mean, nobody tells me sh*t. The truth is, I'm the one person in that house nobody will even notice is gone. You a**holes kidnapped the wrong guy!
Klaus Hargreeves: I just gotta go into this place and pretend to be your dear old dad, correct?
Number Five: Yeah. Something like that.
Klaus Hargreeves: What's our cover story?
Number Five: What? What are you talking about?
Klaus Hargreeves: I mean, was I really young when I had you? Like, 16? Like, young and... terribly misguided?
Number Five: Sure.
Klaus Hargreeves: Your mother, that sl*t. Whoever she was. We met at... the disco. Okay? Remember that. Oh, my God, the sex was amazing.
Number Five: What a disturbing glimpse into that thing you call a brain.
Klaus Hargreeves: Don't make me put you in time-out.
Luther Hargreeves: Looks like some sort of temporal anomaly. Either that or a miniature black hole. One of the two.
Diego Hargreeves: Pretty big difference there, Paul Bunyan.
Klaus Hargreeves: Out of the way! (runs out with fire extinguisher)
Diego Hargreeves: What are you...
(Klaus tries to fight the anomaly by spraying it with the fire extinguisher and then throws it at it making to difference.)
Allison Hargreeves: What is that gonna do?
Klaus Hargreeves: I don't know. Do you have a better idea?