Andrea: You have no idea what it is, do you?
Edwin Jenner: It could be microbial, viral, parasitic, fungal.
Jacqui: Or the wrath of God?
Edwin Jenner: There is that.
Andrea: Somebody must know something. Somebody somewhere.
Carol: There are others, right? Other facilities?
Edwin Jenner: There may be some. People like me.
Rick Grimes: But you don't know? How can you not know?
Edwin Jenner: Everything went down. Communications, directives... all of it. I've been in the dark for almost a month.
Andrea: So it's not just here. There's nothing left anywhere? Nothing? That's what you're really saying, right?
Rick Grimes: See something you like?
Andrea: Not me, but I know someone who would... my sister. She's still such a kid in some ways. Unicorns, dragons... she's into all that stuff. But mermaids... they rule. She loves mermaids.
Rick Grimes: Why not take it?
Andrea: There's a cop staring at me. Would it be considered looting?
Rick Grimes: I don't think those rules apply anymore.
Rick Grimes (aiming gun at Merle): Ought to be polite to a man with a gun. Only common sense.
Merle Dixon: You wouldn't. You're a cop.
Rick Grimes: All I am anymore is a man looking for his wife and son. Anybody gets in the way of that is gonna lose. I'll give you a moment to think about that.
Rick Grimes (to Merle): Things are different now. There are no niggers anymore. No dumb-as-shit, inbred white-trash fools either. Only dark meat and white meat. There's us and the dead. We survive this by pulling together, not apart.
Rick Grimes: Back at the tank, why'd you stick your neck out for me?
Glenn Rhee: Call it foolish, naive hope that if I'm ever that far up Shit Creek, somebody might do the same for me. Guess I'm an even bigger dumbass than you.
Rick Grimes: They're alive... my wife and son. At least they were when they left.
Morgan Jones: How can you know? By the look of this place...
Rick Grimes: I found empty drawers in the bedroom. They packed some clothes... not a lot, but enough to travel.
Morgan Jones: You know anybody could've broken in here and stole them clothes, right?
Rick Grimes: You see the framed photos on the walls? Neither do I. Some random thief take those too, you think? Our photo albums, family pictures" all gone.
Morgan Jones: Photo albums... My wife... same thing. There I am packing survival gear, she's grabbing photo alb...