Stiles: Oh my God, what is that? Is that contagious? You know you should probably just get out.
Derek: Start the car. Now.
Stiles: I don’t think you should be barking orders with the way you look okay? In fact, I think 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: Start the car or I’m going to rip your throat out…with my teeth.