“Yeah, it's beautiful. For a prison.”

“Sophie Mercer, turning down food for homework?""Yeah,it's the new,lamer, more Britisher me.”

“You okay?" Archer asked as he opened the door."Yeah," I said, but I was freaked out. "It's just...Can I ask you something really weird?""Those are my favorite kinds of questions.”

“And I have faith that you'll make a wonderful head of the Council someday, Sophie."Yeah, except for that whole sleeping with the enemy part, I thought. Wait, not that I would actually be sleeping with...I mean, it's a metaphor. There would only be metaphorical sleeping.”

“Yeah,maybe later we can all sing a demon version of 'Kumbaya.”

“Well, apparently he didn't go through the Removal. He's still got powers.""Yeah, powers over your pants,”

“Yeah, I was thinking about taking one of those showers where you huddle in the corner fully clothed and cry," Archer offered.”