“How old are you?” – Nick“That many zeros and you just get tired of counting.” – Caleb”

“Where are the cops when you need them? (Nick)Probably eating beignets. As the old saying goes, when seconds count, the police are just minutes away. (Caleb)”

“We’ve got to get these guys to Bubba’s. Anyone got a clue how to do it? (Nick)They gotta be breathing? (Simi)Yes. (Nick and Caleb)Well, pooh. That just takes all the fun out of it. (Simi)”

“So how are you feeling this morning?” – Nick“Like I got my ass kicked by a bunch of psycho demons.” – Caleb”

“For the record, do I know anyone not a demon or a freak?” – Nick“Yes, you do. Not sure if Bubba and Mark go into the latter or not, though. I’m too tired to mentally categorize them. You figure it out, and I’ll go with your Dewey decimal.” – Caleb”

“I just can’t, Nick, okay? Now, please give me a second to lie here in silence and bleed.” – Caleb”

“That which doesn’t kill us just requires a few centuries of therapy. (Caleb)Yeah, and usually a lot of Tylenol. (Nick)”