Don’t you like them? (Nykyrian) Did you see the price? (Kiara) I’m more than capable of supplying you with several wardrobes from here. (Nykyrian) But– (Kiara) But nothing, mu Tara. Start shoping. (Nykyrian) This really isn’t– (Kiara) Kiara. Buy clothes or go naked. Personally, naked works for me. (Nykyrian) Fine. When you’re homeless and bankrupt, remember I tried to stop you. (Kiara)

You missed with me so close? What? You failed your assassin training classes? Did you even bother to show up? Or are you just that incompetent? (Syn)

Yeah, well, I guess I feel like all of us misfits need to hang together. At least that way we don't swing along. (Tabitha)

Please, by all the blessed saints and their bladders, tell me you two didn’t…Have you lost all semblance of intelligence? (Syn)

Why do you tolerate it? (Kat) The same reason Sin hasn’t resigned himself to death. There are six billion people on earth who need someone to protect them from things that are scarier than the tax man or a knife-wielding stranger. Things that a gun won’t stop. As long as their lives hang in the balance, what’s a little humiliation for me? (Acheron)

Alright, macho babe boy, I'm not some little ditz to bat my eyelashes at the buff stud in black leather. Don't try your he-man tactics with me. I'll have you know, in my office, I'm known as the ball-breaker. (Amanda)

Well, yeah. You said you wanted Italian. See. Chef Boyardee. He makes one the best stuff. (Tabitha)