“Don’t fail me. (Stryker)You don’t fail me. (Jericho)So do we let you two lock horns and butt each other off the mountaintop now? (Tory)”

“I have my work cut out for me where you’re concerned, don’t I? (Stryker)Not really. Hate you today. Will hate you tomorrow. What say we don’t waste any time? Give me the sword and let me have your throat now. (Zephyra)”

“Asmodeus! You don’t see her, do you hear me? (Jericho)Completely blind, Minor Master. Hearing is intact. Is there anyone here besides the two of us? No? Good. I’m leaving now unless Minor Master has another preferably nonpainful task for me. (Asmodeus)You're dismissed. (Jericho)Cool beaners. (Asmodeus)”

“Now, you may think that this is some sort of generalized hatred that I will carry for the lot of you. Let me assure you that this is not the case. Each of you will fail, but you will fail in your own unique way, and therefore I will dislike each of you on an individual basis.”

“Don’t get all gothic and emo on me now. - Tory”

“A monster. I despise my true form. (Acheron)I can’t imagine why. Other than killing me, you were actually cute in a very Papa Smurf kind of way. (Tory)Papa Smurf? I don’t look like Papa Smurf. (Acheron)No, baby, you don’t at all. You look like sex on a stick. Now is your ego all better? (Tory)”