Donald Ressler: "We are not going to live through this."
Raymond Reddington: "I think we will."
Donald Ressler: "How?"
Raymond Reddington: "Have you ever sailed across an ocean, Donald?"
Donald Ressler: "No."
Raymond Reddington: "On a sailboat, surrounded by sea with no land in sight, without even the possibility of sighting land for days to come? To stand at the helm of your destiny. I want that, one more time. I want to be in the Piazza del Campo in Siena. To feel the surge as ten racehorses go thundering by. I want another meal in Paris, at L'Ambroisie, at the Place de Vosges. I want another bottle of wine. And then another. I want the warmth of a woman and a cool set of sheets. One more night of jazz at the Vanguard. I want to stand on the summits and smoke Cubans and feel the sun on my face for as long as I can. Walk on the Wall again. Climb the Tower. Ride the River. Stare at the Frescos. I want to sit in the garden and read one more good book. Most of all I want to sleep. I want to sleep like I slept when I was a boy. Give me that, just one more time. That's why I won't allow that punk out there to get the best of me, let alone the last of me."
