"Elena: If you really had had a choice, would you have chosen to die in 1864?
Damon: I don’t know.
Elena: Never thought about that?
Damon: I’ve thought about that so many times I lost the count. Never found an answer to this question. Elena: You know, sometimes I wish I’d died in that car with my parents.
Elena: I mean, I’d rather die in a car accident than being sacrificed during some freaky ancient vampire ritual.
Damon: Well, that I can understand. But we’re going to make sure you don’t die.
Elena: I know that.
Elena: We would have never met then.
Damon: Oh, that would be a very fortunate turn of events. You’re so annoying, Elena.
Elena: You’re such an ass. Do you regret meeting me?
Damon: More every day.
Elena: Oh, come on. I’m serious.
Damon: Not for a second. You?
Elena: Do I regret meeting self-serving vampire psychopath with no redeeming qualities?
Damon: I’m going to pretend that that hurt.
Elena: No, I don’t regret."