Peter Hale: Do you get it? We don't exist. And we are already forgotten.

Stiles Stilinski: Somebody's gonna remember me. Either Lydia, or Scott, Malia, someone. They're gonna find me, all right? They'll come for me. Who would ever come for you?

Peter Hale: You give me a call when your high school sweethearts conjure up a plan to get out of here.