josephine: isn't it past your bedtime? madi: isn't it time you died?

instructor: welcome to salsa class! who's ready to learn how to dance? josie, holding a bag of tortilla chips: there has been a misunderstanding.

harper: gotta love knitting needles. i can make a scarf, i can make a hat, i can stab your eyes out, i can make mittens. monty: what was that middle part? harper: i can make a hat.

octavia: i think i'm getting better at this, i didn't even stab him! diyoza: i'm so proud of you. no stabbing wednesdays, a new tradition.

bellamy: i'm too tough to cry echo: today you were crying about snakes bellamy: [tearing up] they don't have any arms!

jordan: don't panic, i'm in charge! madi: that's why i'm panicking!

josephine: come on, don’t you trust me? bellamy: no. josephine: i’m gonna take that as a yes!

emori: c'mon, i'm not jealous, that's ridiculous! raven: yesterday you yelled at a guy because he asked murphy if he wanted a drink emori: so? raven: he was the waiter.

echo: so your childhood was satisfactory? bellamy: no, you heard me wrong. i said my childhood was a "sadness factory"

octavia: you're hurt! take off your shirt, it'll make the healing process easier! lincoln: but i hurt my ankle... octavia: trust me, take off your shirt

madi: hey, do you have a bag i can borrow? clarke: the only bags i have are the ones under my eyes, and they are carrying the burden of my existence madi: . . . all you had to say was no

emori: anyone else feel good when their brain releases a bunch of endorphins? murphy: why the hell would my brain release a bunch of dolphins?

miller: that's a nice ass shirt. jackson: thank you, but they’re called "pants,” not an "ass shirt."

indra: hey, how’s life? abby: i try not to think about it

josephine: don’t let another person ruin your day. josephine: ruin your own damn day.

jordan: is that legal? madi: when there’s no cops around, anything’s legal!

#the100finale

hiatus sucks