“He doesn’t anger easily. This is good. (Takeshi)Yes, I’m more of a simmer slowly until it boils over and ruins everything kind of man. (Acheron)”

“Oh, good grief! I’ve never had a man pick me up before and not grunt like he’s dying. I’m in heaven. Marry me, Ash, please! (Pam)I would say yes, but I come with more baggage than even Samsonite can cover. (Acheron)”

“Surprise me, Atlantean. Attack. This isn’t a dance party. (Takeshi)You know, this isn’t building my confidence. In fact, I think I’m just going to lie here for a bit and take in some sun. (Acheron)”

“Even if he doesn’t eat, he knows the cookies. I’ll bet his mother stuffed him full as a kid. (Tory)Not really. My mom wasn’t the Betty Crocker kind. (Acheron)(Not unless it involved napalm or plagues.)”

“How much longer will I live? (Urian)You’re immortal, barring death. (Acheron)That doesn’t make sense. (Urian)Most of life doesn’t. (Acheron)”

“And I’m calling in a favor. (Savitar)Sav, you can’t keep doing this. I’m running out of places to put the bodies. (Takeshi)”

“The man hates your guts more than Stryker does. You’ll be lucky if he doesn’t pull your spine out through your nostrils. (Tory)Nice to have Miss Merry Sunshine back again. Any other Eeyore outlooks you’d like to share? (Acheron)”