~Teen Wolf~Derek Hale: Start the car. Now.
Stiles: Ok I don't think you should be barking orders, ok? You know, if I wanted to, I could probably drag your little werewolf ass out into the middle of the road and leave you for dead.
Derek Hale: Start the car, or I'm gonna rip your throat out. With my teeth.
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Stiles: Ugh. Look- I don't know if I can do this.
Derek Hale: Why not?
Stiles: Well, because of the cutting through the flesh, the sawing of the bone, and especially the blood!
Derek Hale: You faint at the sight of blood?
Stiles: No, but I might at the sight of a chopped-off arm!
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Derek Hale: It was a different kind of bullet.
Stiles: A silver bullet?
Derek Hale: No, you idiot. How about this? Either you cut off my arm, or I'm gonna cut off your head.
