“Eleven thousand five hundred and fifty-one years old, and yes, I feel every day of it. (Acheron)Wow, I had no idea. Hell, I didn’t even know we had people back then. (Nick)Yeah, I was part of the original Bedrock crew who worked in the quarry on the back of dinosaurs and ran with the Flintstones. Barney Rubble was short, but he played a good game of stone-knuckle. (Acheron)”

“Come home with me, Acheron. I’ll make it well worth your while. (Artemis)I have a headache. (Acheron)You’ve had a headache for two hundred years! (Artemis)And you’ve had PMS for eleven thousand. (Acheron)”

“Acheron: You're really not right, are you?Nick: Yeah. I know. It was all the paint chips I ate as a kid. They were good, but chromosomally damaging”

“Don’t play that game with me, Acheron. Tell me what I need to know! (Xypher)Nice tone. We should rent you out to record Halloween albums. (Acheron)”

“Next time I’ll just send the three of you e-mails. What was I thinking when I decided to have this meeting? (Acheron)Oh, I know. That men who are a couple of thousand years old could actually behave like grownups? (Nick)(Zarek elbowed Nick in the stomach.)Oops. Involuntary arm spasm. (Zarek)”

“If they can’t survive alone for four days once a year, they deserve to die. (Acheron)That’s harsh, for you. (Dante)Harsh? Tell you what, you take my phone and skim through the three thousand phone calls I get every day and night and see how harsh I am. I truly hate modern technology and phones in particular. I haven’t had a full four hours of sleep in over fifty years. ‘Ash, I broke a toenail, help me. Ash, my head hurts, what should I do?’ (Acheron)”