“Whoa, I'm your girlfriend now?" Archer shrugged. "We've tried to kill each other, fought ghouls, and kissed a lot. I'm pretty sure we're married in some cultures.”
“Boy," Annabeth interrupted, "I'm sure you both would've been wonderful at killing each other. But right now you need some rest.”
“Archer isn't hot anymore.... He tried to kill me, and his girlfriend is Satan.”
“If you die of pneumonia,I'm pretty sure there are at least a dozen guys who'll try to kill me and make it look like an accident(Hale)”
“I'm not sure why we want each other," she grumbled."Nor am I, but the fact remains that we do want each other.""Maybe I'm just shallow. You're quite pretty.""For now, that will do."Infuriating man. Couldn't take an insult the way she intended. -Annabelle and Zacharel”
“I'm a bad boyfriend. She's a bad girlfriend. We deserve each other.”