“But I'm a woman, and as the great poet so cleverly wrote, hellhath no fury as a woman scorned. Consider me your personal hell.”

“Fuck you. (Dev)Thank you so much for the offer, but while you do have a certain feminine quality in your demeanor and a remarkable head of hair that any woman would envy, you’re far too hairy for my tastes. No offense. (Fury)”

“I can’t believe you were going to call me a liar and take my place under the guillotine. Next time I try to save you, woman, you better stay saved. (Fury)”

“I ain’t apologize to no whore. (Irn)You don’t ever treat a woman like that. You apologize to her or so help me I’ll gouge out your eyes and shove them down your throat. (Devyn)”

“Alright, you'll get your bonus, buy play nice with her. Keep your sarcasm to a minimum. (Kyrian)Yes, O Great Lord and Master. Be nice to woman, keep mouth shut. (Nick)”

“You're not pathetic," she growled. "You're not worthless. But you are hurt. Maybe even a little confused and probably a lot of deranged, but not pathetic.""Deranged?""Well, you did barge into hell to save a woman who was dumb enough to get caught. . . how many times now? Personally I wouldn't have saved me after the first time. That to me says you're deranged.”

“In all my life, I have only had one haven that sheltered me from my hell. One woman whose smile made me fly even after I’d hit the ground so hard that I didn’t think I could ever stand again. There is nothing in this universe that could destroy me, except you, Zarya. You have taken a monster and made him human. My wounded soul was healed because of your smile. So long as I live and even beyond this life, I am and will always be ever yours.”