- C’mon, Stiles, where the hell are you?
- Right here.

Like father, like son.

Where’s Stiles? Wh-where’s my son? Where’s Stiles? WHERE’S STILES?

It’s you. It’s all you. You know everyday, I saw her lying in that hospital slowly dying. I thought, how the hell am I supposed to raise this stupid kid on my own? This hyperactive little bastard who keeps ruining my life? It’s all you. It’s you Stiles.