Will Grimm: I made that armour! It's not magic; it's just shiny.
Sasha: It's alright! They're the Brothers Grimm! People talk about them in Marsburg! They're famous!
Will Grimm: Right you are, son! The famous Brothers Grimm. Look at this strapping young man.
Gregor: *He* is my daughter.
[Awkward pause]
Will Grimm: And a fine wife he'll make some lucky man.
[while Angelika is skinning and gutting a rabbit]
Jacob Grimm: Miss, we believe your village may be under some kind of curse...
Angelika: You think I care about the village?
[Finished, she tosses her knife onto a table. It lands with a clatter. Cavaldi yells, spins around, and throws a knife, impaling a dead rabbit on the wall. Will and Jake
give girly shrieks, but Angelika just glares]
Cavaldi: Scusi... but he was trying to run away.
Hidlick: How comes he gets to do the monsters, I end up playin' the girlie ghosts?
Will Grimm: Because you, my friend, have talent. You've got range.
Bunst: And what do I have, Will?
Will Grimm: You, my handsome friend, you have heart.
Jacob Grimm: And you, Will, have enough bullshit to
fill the Palace of Versailles.
Will Grimm: Ignore him. He wishes his whole life was something out of a book. And now he thinks he's in love.
Jacob Grimm: Shut up, Will!
Will Grimm: Angelika, do what your father wanted: leave the village now.
Angelika: No, Will. I'm gonna find my sisters.
Jacob Grimm: Will doesn't
care about them. Will doesn't care about anything but himself!
Will Grimm: This isn't a fairy tale. They are not coming back!
Jacob Grimm: This is not your world, Will!
[to Angelika]
Jacob Grimm: Angelika, you know, don't you? The story, it's happening to us now. We're living it. It's-it's alive, it's real, it's
breathing. And we can give it a happy ending.
Angelika: Jake...
Jacob Grimm: Angelika, we'll find your sisters. All right? We'll bring them back.
Will Grimm: [getting angry] Bring back her sisters?
[kicks Jacob]
Will Grimm: Bring them back? Bring them back with what? Magic beans?
Jacob Grimm: Why do you say that?
Will Grimm: Magic beans don't work! They don't bring people back to life! They did not then and they will not now! You go wait by the horses! Jacob, wait by the horses!
[last lines]
Will Grimm: I've been thinking of an alternative career path.
Jacob Grimm: Will.
Will Grimm: One that uses all of our new expertise.
Jacob Grimm: Will.
Will Grimm: Now, I haven't really sorted it yet...
Jacob Grimm: Will, Will, Will, listen.
This is the real world. We're-we're men without a country, we're enemies of the state, and worst of all we haven't a single bean to our name.
Will Grimm: It's a good name, though, isn't it?
Jacob Grimm: It's a damn good name. Let's dance. Come on!
Will Grimm: [after escaping from a French guard, screaming like a girl] RUN!
Jacob Grimm: [pinned to the floor by another French guard] Will! Will, wait!
Will Grimm: [running out of the inn] Never fear, Jake!
Jacob Grimm: [screaming] Will! WILL!
Will Grimm: I shall return for you...!
[a bola trips Will up]
Cavaldi: Nice try.
Angelika: The animals don't drink from the spring.
[Dax and Letorc, who have been drinking it, spit out the water]
Letorc: Merde!
[realize they are pretending to be German]
Letorc: I mean, Scheiße!
[Delatombe sits with Cavaldi, sipping wine and watching the forest burn]
Delatombe: This is the life, eh, Cavaldi? To be victorious in the field, with one's troops around you, enjoying a simple meal, a soldier's meal... by firelight.
[Explosion of flame from the woods]
Delatombe: Romantic, eh?