"My story is an embroidery, with many beginnings and no end. But I will start with the thread of my sestra Sarah, who stepped off a train one day and met herself."

Helena

Felix: Rachel.
Rachel: Felix. You’re looking well.
Felix: Who’s this, then? Got a new manservant already?
Rachel: This is Yusef. My Uber driver.

Alison: This is what we fought for, right? To be sisters! It’s a good thing!
Sarah: Yeah. It’s good. We just need a change. Freedom looks different to everyone.

Helena: I finished my book. It’s a story about all my sestras. I call it "Orphan Black."
Sarah: Oy, that’s weird.

How fitting you return to your cage. All lab rats do in the end.

Westmorland

I have a glass eye, no friends, and no identity unless I want to be found. Leaves little room for elitism.

Rachel

I survived you. We survived you. Me and my sisters together. This is evolution.

Sarah

Sarah: How are the boys?
Helena: Dangling in their sacks.

You are shit mother.

Helena [to Coady]

"Just remember, my loves — death is nothing at all. I’ve only slipped into the next room. You can call me by my old familiar name with no sorrow in your tone. I promise we will laugh at this difficult parting when we meet again. All my love, S."

Felix [reading Siobhan’s letter]

Dirty copies. They pervert his original. I will cleanse them from this earth.

Helena

Rachel: Felix. I’m sorry for your loss.
Felix: Save your breath, you heartless bitch, and turn around.