Eric: "Can I stay here until sunrise?"
Sookie: "Of course. Just don't bite me or get weird."
Small Spoon Eric, pulling her arm around him: "I would never hurt anyone as beautiful as you. Never never never."
It's more of a prayer than a promise.
Rotting Pam enters, wearing a ridiculously huge black veil in an attempt to make her affliction into a goth-chic Fangtasia! costume.
Bill, cracking his first joke of all time: "Oh good. The world needs more beekeepers."
(He waits for us to finish applauding.)
Pam: "Those motherfucking witches. You fuck with my face, it's time to die."
Bill: "I told you not to bother them."
Pam: "Yeah, and I did. And then I interrupted the spell about two bars in. But they fucked with my fucking face, Bill Compton. My fucking face. It is go time. Give me permission to torture and kill that witch. Please."
Bill: "Eyes on the ball, Pam. Not only have you forgotten the Eric part of all this, which is a load off, but also I would have to execute you for that. It is a post-Russell Edg..."
Pam: "-- Ugh! Look at my fucking face!"
Bill: "I'll get the other Sheriffs together and we'll see what we can do. Have you tried putting lipstick on your rotting face?"
Pam: (Peels off a hunk of her face and slings it onto his floor in response, along with a tiny whimper. I think it's safe to say Pam has lost the plot at this point. Which is about the scariest thing you can imagine.)
Jesus: "Tara, you can come with us to see my brujo abuelo in Mexico. The one from whom I've been on the run since I was a little kid."
Lafayette: "Oh, that's right! Demon face and all that. Well wait, why are we doing this?"
Jesus: "Because he has power and I've convinced myself there's not really any such thing as black magic, despite how endlessly talking about that difference was my raison d'être last season."
Tara: "I think I'm going to head back to New Orleans. Vampires and witches have never heard of New Orleans, probably."