- Negan: [being led blindfolded] Honestly, fellas - or ladies. Kinda hard to tell underneath the outfits. I wanna join, alright? I am a joiner. Get me a damn application already. I mean, look at you guys, right? Cool-ass outfits, the whole back-to-nature paleo vibe? You are a survivalist's wet dream. Not to mention the number-one selling point: no more bein' eaten by the dead. But just, out of curiosity, 'cause it's killin' me, what do you got goin' on down low? Are you flyin' around commando-style, or do you got, like, walker long johns with the la flap?
- Stephanie: [talking over the radio] I don't quite know what to say, either. I'd gotten to the point where I figured this was a waste of time. Over.
- Eugene Porter: Well, perhaps an exchange of Q & As might grease the wheels. A few right off the top of my dome: where are you located, how long have you been there, how many people do you have, and should we continue saying "over"? Over.
- Stephanie: We can probably make do without the "overs."
- Eugene Porter: Relocatin' the antenna to the apex provides unobstructed L-O-S to the secondary repeater, exponentially expanding our range. You haven't lived till you've bounced a transmission off the ionosphere. Gives me gooseflesh each and every time.