The Vampire Diaries, Season 2

Damon:
What the hell are you doing here?

Jeremy:
You don't lock your front door.

Damon:
Yeah. (starts to take a drink)

Jeremy:
I wouldn't, I-- I laced it with vervain.

Damon:
Now why would you do that?

Jeremy:
(holds up wooden stake) So I could stake you with this.

Damon:
You came here to kill me?

Jeremy:
Well, it's only fair. You killed me first.

Damon:
What made you wisen up?

Jeremy:
My father hated vampires. My uncle, too. They were absolute; they knew exactly what they stood for. I figure maybe I should, too. I mean, stand for something. But killing you - what's that gonna do?

Damon:
Look, I don't do the big brother thing very well. Sorry I don't have any milk and cookies to offer you.

Jeremy:
(gets up to leave) Dick.

Damon:
Wait. (Jeremy stops) ...My father hated vampires, too. For the same reason yours did. Only it was 1864; people knew how to whittle. (looks at the stake) Did you do this?

Jeremy:
Yeah, it's-- it's harder than it looks.

Damon:
Hmm.