Technical advisor. Since you know our enemies so well, we’re going to pick your brain. (Jericho) I’ll tell you what you want to know. There's no need to torture me for it. (Asmodeus) Pick your brain is an idiomatic expression, Asmodeus. It means we’ll have you tell us things. We’re not actually going in there to mess with your head. (Delphine) Oh, thank the Source. I can’t stand it when someone opens my skull. It really hurts. (Asmodeus)

Seal the door behind us. (Acheron) Um, not to be argumentative or anything, but didn’t we have to fight to get that opened? (Kish) Well, if you want to leave it open and let all the demons in – (Female Dolophonos) Close it, please. (Kish) I somehow thought you’d agree. (Female Dolophonos)

Look, this isn’t The Mummy. It’s not like a teenaged girl’s diary could resurrect the dead or anything. It’s just the story of her innocuous life. What on earth could an ancient girl have known that would be worth killing someone over? (Tory) You’re asking me that question? People kill each other over a pair of shoes or for wearing the same jacket. (Acheron)

Let me guess, Velkan wants to see me? (Esperetta) No. The only thing His Highness would like to see in regards to you, Princess, is your disembowelment. (Raluca)

No one wanted to spontaneously combust into flames, especially not in traffic.’ – Sundown

Nick‘s eyes widened as a total state of befuddled huh possessed him. Was he in the Twilight Zone?

No Daimon gets out of here alive. (They hit the invisible wall and rebounded off it.) Man. It really makes you feel for the bug on the windshield, doesn’t it? (Acheron)