Number Five: I'm done funding your drug habit.
Klaus Hargreeves: Come on! You don't... Maybe I just wanna hang out with my brother. (to Ben): Not you. Mi hermano! I love you! Even if you can't love yourself!
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 slut. 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.
Number Five: When I jumped forward and got stuck in the future, do you know what I found?
Vanya Hargreeves: No.
Number Five: Nothing. Absolutely nothing. As far as I could tell, I was the last person left alive. I never figured out what killed the human race, but... I did find something else. The date it happens. The world ends in eight days, and I have no idea how to stop it.
Luther Hargreeves: How long were you there?
Number Five: Forty-five years. Give or take.
Luther Hargreeves: So what are you saying? That you're 58?
Number Five: No, my consciousness is 58. Apparently, my body is now 13 again.
Vanya Hargreeves: Wait, how does that even work?
Number Five: Delores kept saying the equations were off. Eh. Bet she's laughing now.