Sarah Wayne Callies: Lori Grimes

Bloodletting

Lori Grimes

[Lori tells Hershel that she wants to talk to the idiot who shot her son]
Lori Grimes: Okay, so I understand, when Shane gets back with this other man...
Hershel Greene: Otis.
Lori Grimes: Otis. The idiot who shot my son.
Hershel Greene: Ma'am, it was an accident.
Lori Grimes: I'll take that under advisement later. For now, he's the idiot who shot our son.

[first lines]
Paula: [in a flashback, Lori's friend Paula talks to her about Rick while the two wait for their children to get out of school] I know that look. Then you get really quiet. So, are you gonna tell me?
Lori Grimes: We had a fight this morning. It got ugly, hurtful.
Paula: I'm sorry, hon. Men can be jerks.
Lori Grimes: Thing is, if we're being honest, he wasn't the asshole.

[in a flashback, Lori's friend Paula asks if she still loves Rick]
Paula: You still love Rick?
Lori Grimes: I've been asking myself that a lot, and-and I-I think the answer's 'yes.' It's just, I'm trying to remember how that works. Maybe the only real problem we have is we got married so young.

[Rick tells Lori that he needs to go after Shane]
Lori Grimes: Are you insane? You're not going after them.
Hershel Greene: Rick, listen to your wife.
Rick Grimes: If they got into trouble...
Hershel Greene: You're in no condition to do anything about it. You've given too much blood. You're barely on your feet. You wouldn't make it across the yard.
Rick Grimes: [Rick looks to Lori] Something happened, I have to go.
Lori Grimes: No, your place is here. If Shane said he'll be back, he'll be back. He's like you that way.
Rick Grimes: I can't just sit here.
Lori Grimes: [Lori shouts at Rick] That's exactly what you do! If you need to pray or cry or tell God he's cruel, you go right ahead, but you're not leaving, Rick. Carl needs you, here.
Lori Grimes: [Lori in a low voice] And I can't do this by myself. Not this one. I can't... I can't.

[the girls in Daryl's group ask him how much further it is back to the interstate]
Lori Grimes: How much farther?
Daryl Dixon: Not much. Maybe a hundred yards as the crow flies.
Carol Peletier: Too bad we're not crows.
Andrea Harrison: [as Andrea kicks her way through the woods] Oh. Oh! As the crow flies, my ass.

[Lori sees Carl laying in bed unconscious from his gunshot wound]
Lori Grimes: [Lori crawls in bed with Carl] My boy. My baby boy. Baby boy. It's okay. Mama's here. Mama's here. You're gonna be okay. You're gonna be okay.
Lori Grimes: [Lori grips onto Rick's hand as she holds Carl against her] We're gonna make you okay.

[Lori asks Rick how many transfusions he's given Carl]
Lori Grimes: How many transfusions?
Rick Grimes: Two... Only two.
Lori Grimes: You know he wanted to do the same for you when you were in the hospital. I had to talk him out of it.

[Lori asks Hershel what kind of doctor is he as they talk about surgery for Carl]
Lori Grimes: Okay... I mean, you've done this procedure before?
Hershel Greene: Well, yes, in a sense.
Lori Grimes: In a sense?
Rick Grimes: Honey, we don't have the luxury of shopping for a surgeon.
Lori Grimes: No, I understand that. But, I mean, you're a doctor, right?
Hershel Greene: Yes, ma'am. Of course. A vet.
Lori Grimes: A veteran? A combat medic?
Hershel Greene: A veterinarian.
Lori Grimes: And you've done this surgery before on what? Cows? pigs?
Rick Grimes: [Rick nearly falls over] I... I have... I have to sit.

[Lori tells Hershel he's way in over his head to think he can perform the surgery on Carl]
Lori Grimes: [Lori in a low voice] Completely in over your head, aren't you?
Hershel Greene: Ma'am, aren't we all?