Let’s just say I understand betrayal. And having been where he is, I know the explosion to come. Trust me. ‘Duck’ won’t quite cover it. (Sin)

How was I to know your pet was a god-killer? What kind of idiot ties herself down to one of his kind? (Dionysus) Well, gee, what was I supposed to do? Hook up with Mr. All-powerful God-killer or get myself a Mardi Gras float and hang out with him? (She pointed to Camulus, who looked extremely offended by her comment.) You’re such a moron. No wonder you’re the patron god of drunken frat boys. (Artemis)

Fine. Sit around being inconsiderate asses…and you wonder why none of you are married. (Zarina) (Sway cleared his throat meaningfully.) Oh, shush. You don’t count. You had an arranged marriage. These losers can’t get a girl for more than three and half minutes it takes them to embarrass themselves with their feeble gropings that always disappoint. (Zarina)

Your boyfriend is…well, way buff. Monster buff. Lord, king buff. (Sunshine)

That depends on the man. I like breasts myself. A nice rack goes a long way in getting me to do just about anything. Even stupid things. (Phobos) You are so offensive! (Delphine) Oh, please, I’m ten thousand years old. You’re lucky I’m not more chauvinistic than I am. Babe, I’ve come a long way. (Phobos)

I swear you’re a woman. (Devyn) I would respond to that, but I don’t want to distract you while you’re attempting to drive and I’m dependent on you for my life. (Sway)

There are some things that defy explanation- kind of like. . . you know, you.