I’m protecting her. (Wulf) From? (Chris) Daimons. (Wulf) Big bad ones. (Cassandra)

Val, I'm on Bourbon—” “I will not venture down that street of crass iniquities and plebeian horror, Acheron. It is the cesspit of humanity. Don‟t even ask it.” Ash rolled his eyes at the Roman‟s arrogant tone. “I need you in the swamp.” Silence answered him. "We have a situation." “Where do you need me?

What can I get you? (Wulf) How about someone else to have this kid for me? (Cassandra)

Why on earth would you want to talk to me? (Channon) My lady, do you not own a mirror? (Sebastian) Yes, but it’s not an enchanted one. (Channon)

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)

I waited two thousand years for you, Grace Alexander,” he whispered in her ear. “And you were worth every second of it.

He struggled to breathe through the agony in his chest. The Fates were still mocking him. It must be a boring day for them up on Olympus.