“I hate you! (Artemis)Oh, please don’t get my hopes up. You almost gave me a hard-on with that thought. At least tell me this time your hatred will last more than five minutes. (Acheron)”

“I hate you! (Artemis)Don’t keep saying that, Artie. It’s cruel to get my hopes up. (Acheron)”

“There will never be peace between us. Ever. You shattered any hope of it when you watched your brother kill me and refused to speak up on my behalf. (Acheron)I was afraid. (Artemis)And I was butchered and gutted on the floor like an animal sacrifice. Excuse me if I don’t feel your pain. I’m too busy with my own. (Acheron)”

“I swear, Z. I was hoping you’d use this time here to show Artemis that you can mingle with people again. (Acheron)Sure you were. Why don’t you cover me in shit and tell me it’s mud while you’re at it? (Zarek)”

“You want me here. (Artemis)Yeah, like an alien rectal probe up my sphincter.' (Acheron)”

“Tell me, Acheron, is there anyone you will ever trust enough to release your soul? (Artemis)You know better. You’ve tutored me too well on how vicious women are. On how much love ruins and destroys. Thank you for the lesson, Artemis. It was just what I needed. And I assure you, it’s one I’ll never forget. (Acheron)”

“I don’t want any more insults. I’d like to experience three whole minutes in your presence before you lay into me again…and we really should make sure the tools are all locked up. (Acheron)(He pulled the sleeve of his jacket back to look at his watch.)Let me start timing… (Acheron)(She opened her mouth to respond, but he held his hand up.)Wait for it. We got two minutes and fifty-give seconds to go. (Acheron)I’m not that bad. (Tory)Yeah…you’re not standing in my shoes. (Acheron)And judging by the ungodly size of them, I don’t think there are many people who could. (Tory)We almost made it to thirty seconds without an insult. I think we just set a new record. (Acheron)”