“Peggy snorted. "Zombies rise and we're still doing paperwork.”

“[Peggy Olson]: Just try it.”

“Now, do you mind telling me why you have all these guns lying around? Are you afraid the paperwork will rise up against you?''Oh, no. I'm going to use the guns as paperweights.”

“I have so much paperwork. I'm afraid my paperwork has paperwork.”

“I still don't understand what a sea god would be doing in Atlanta."Leo snorted. "What's a wine god doing in Kansas? Gods are weird.”

“I saw a picture of you and Vincent in a 1968 newspaper that said you died in a fire," I said, turning to Ambrose.He nodded at me with a little smile, urging me on."So how can you be here now?""Well, I'm glad we're starting with the easy questions," he said, stretching his powerful arms and then leaning toward me. "The answer would be ... because we're zombies!" and he let out a horrible groan, stretching his mouth open and baring his teeth as he curled his hands into claws. Seeing my terrified expression, Ambrose began cracking up and slapping his knee with his hand. "Just kidding," he cackled, and then, calming down, looked at me sedately. "But no, seriously. We're zombies.""We are not zombies!" said Charlotte, her voice rising with annoyance.”