There’s only one right answer.

Amy got a taste of robbery from the train episode and now wants more.

A quarantine is where you put people so you don’t have to watch them die apparently.

I judge all my doctors by how well their outfit allows them to glide.

Remember to keep the password to your panic room taped to the wall just outside it.

Let’s get our cult on.

This room. THIS room. This ROOM.

Any other protagonist would search inside the bodies. Amy won’t even check their clothes.

But I’m the one who was supposed to be doing the crossing!

Ain’t none sneakier.

Leave no life unruined.

Patient confidentiality? No worries!

Let’s send the most conspicuous person who ever lived on an undercover mission.

I’m starting to think you wanted your sheep to starve.

When in doubt, burn one.

And Amy, she has none.

Amy’s blabbin’ about things she got no business blabbin’ about to people she got no business blabbin’ to.

Every Monday I got to the Market District and I don’t buy nothin’ all day.