“Holy water cannot help you nowA thousand armies couldn’t keep me outSee, I’ve come to burn your kingdom downI’ve come to smoke you outSeven devils all around youSeven devils in my houseSee, I was dead when I woke up this morning,And I’ll be dead before the day is doneAnd now all your love will be exorcisedAnd we will find your sayings to be paradoxAnd it’s an even sumIt’s a symphonyIt’s a battle cryThey can keep me alive‘Til I tear the walls‘Til I slave you heartAnd they take your soulAnd what have we done?”

“They can keep me out'Til I tear the walls'Til I save your heartAnd to take your soulFor what has been doneCannot be undoneIn the evil's heartIn the evil's soulSeven devils all around youSeven devils in your houseSee I was dead when I woke up this morningI'll be dead before the day is doneBefore the day is done”

“By now you know: I come from another planet. But I will never say to you, "Take me to your leaders." Even I--unused to your ways though I am--would never make that mistake. We ourselves have such beings among us, made of cogs, pieces of paper, small disks of shiny metal, scraps of coloured cloth. I do not need to encounter more of them.Instead I will say, "Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers; take me to your deaths."These are worth it. These are what I have come for.”

“Come hell or high water, I will separate you from your man-business. I don't care how, or if you kill me. If it means me, dead, holding your junk, I'll take your junk. Got that?”

“Keep your voice down. And before you go all badass cop on me, I’m the one who saved your life outside. (Nathan)How do I know that? (Terri)Let’s use some logic. You stuck your head in here. Someone tried to use it for target practice, but I yanked you away before you ended up headless. If I was the shooter, you’d be dead now and we wouldn’t be having this conversation. (Nathan)”

“By now you must have guessed: I come from another planet. But I will never say to you, Take me to your leaders. Even I - unused to your ways though I am - would never make that mistake. We ourselves have such beings among us, made of cogs, pieces of paper, small disks of shiny metal, scraps of coloured cloth. I do not need to encounter more of them.Instead I will say, Take me to your trees. Take me to your breakfasts, your sunsets, your bad dreams, your shoes, your nouns. Take me to your fingers; take me to your deaths.These are worth it. These are what I have come for.”