Come on, Megeara. Walk on the wild side with me. Let’s get naked and ruin Solin’s upholstery. It serves two purposes. We’re happy and he’s pissed. (Arik)

Not to mention, we’re using you for bait. (Syn) Are you that drunk? (Nykyrian) What? I wasn’t supposed to tell her that? (Syn) I’m bait? (Kiara) No, you’re not bait. Ignore the alcoholic whose view of reality is distorted by his brain-damaged hallucinations. (Nykyrian)

Even if he doesn’t eat, he knows the cookies. I’ll bet his mother stuffed him full as a kid. (Tory) Not really. My mom wasn’t the Betty Crocker kind. (Acheron) (Not unless it involved napalm or plagues.)

What are you? (a Daimon) Oh please, let me give you the job description. Me, Dark-Hunter. You, Daimon. I hit, you bleed. I kill, you die. (Zarek)

When they know what makes you cry, they know what hurts you most. Don't give your enemies that.

Everyone deserves to have someone who loves them.

Fine. Let’s begin with something even you can’t screw up.” – Death “Way to build up my crappy confidence there. You should volunteer for the suicide hotline.” – Nick “What makes you think I don’t?” – Death