The Walking Dead, season 2

[to Dale] All I wanted after my sister died was to get out of this endless horrific nightmare we live every day. I wasn't hurting anyone else. You took my choice away, Dale. And you expect gratitude? I don't know what to say. I'm not your little girl. I'm not your wife. And I am sure as hell not your problem.

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[praying] Father, forgive me. I don't deserve your mercy. I prayed for safe passage from Atlanta and you provided. I prayed for Ed to be punished for laying his hands on me and for looking at his own daughter with whatever sickness was growing in his soul. I prayed you'd put a stop to it, give me a chance to raise her right, help her not make my mistakes. She's so fearful. She's so young in her way. She hasn't had a chance. Praying for Ed's death was a sin. Please, don't let this be my punishment. Let her be safe, alive and safe. Please, lord. Punish me however you want, but show mercy on her.

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Dale Horvath: Listen, your veins are very discolored. You got a hell of an infection there. You could die from blood poisoning. T-Dog: [laughs] Oh, man. Wouldn't that be the way? World gone to hell, the dead risen up to eat the living and Theodore Douglas is done here by a cut on his arm. [laughs harder]

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I ain't gonna sit here while this fella takes this on alone.

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T-Dog: What are you, 70? Dale Horvath: 64. T-Dog: Uh-huh. And I'm the one black guy. Realize how precarious that makes my situation?

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Maybe this isn't a world for children anymore.

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