“I know. ‘Nick, go after psycho-ass and show him where he lives.’ But might I point out that in doing this, I should qualify for hazard pay? (Nick)Might I point out that staying here with me is far more hazardous to your health? (Acheron)What? Am I still here? Oh no, sorry, thought I’d left ten minutes ago. (Nick)”

“Where am I? (Nick)Hospital. (Kyrian)Really? No kidding? And here I thought I was at McDonald’s. (Nick)”

“She’s been hanging out with Nick.” – Acheron“Nick? As in I-hate-your-guts-Ash-go-die Nick?” – Tory”

“That’s why I have Jericho, Jared, and Zarek. (Acheron)Psycho-ass? You’re bringing Psycho-ass back? (Nick)That’s Mister Psycho-ass to you, punk. (Zarek)”

“You, psycho-ass, and Talon, I’ll cover, but not him. (Nick)Psycho-ass? Hmm, I like that. (Zarek)Nick– (Acheron)It’s all right, Greek. I would rather die than have his plebeian help anyway. (Valerius)Make that three votes, then. I would rather he died, too. Now all together, let’s vote this asshole off the island. (Zarek)”

“Nick, space. Now. (Acheron)Go, Nick, fetch. Here, boy, here. You should let me borrow one of those leather collars you wear and give me a tag with Kyrian’s number on it. ‘In case of loss, call my owner.’ (Nick)”

“Hop in? Dude, are you out of your ever-loving mind? I can’t touch this. I might leave a fingerprint or something. (Nick)Oh the horror. Guess I’ll have to trade the piece of junk in and get a new one if that happens. (Acheron)”