You’re really not right, are you? Yeah, I know. It was all the paint chips I ate as a kid. They were good, but chromosomally damaging. (Nick)

I prefer to work alone – except in the bedroom. (Steele)

It’s a new world, brother. And we, the downtrodden, are taking it back. (Madoc)

I take offense to that. (Pandora) And I take offense to my sudden need for a testicle retrieval. You know, I would have liked to have fathered children one day. (Mike)

Whoa, what is this? Battle of the Sarcastic and Pissed? Should I make popcorn? Forget American Idol, man. This is much more entertaining. (Kish)

You let him go alone? (Kat) Well, given the fact that it was in this time zone and there’s a little thing outside called the sun...yeah. Burnt-up Daimon wouldn’t be helpful to nobody, least of all me and my tailor. (Damien)

Shut up, Nick. (Talon) 'Shut up, Nick, heel, sit, fetch.’ Love you too, Celt. (Nick)