“I was the Sumerian god of fertility. You know what that means, don’t you? (Sin)You have a lot of penis envy over the other fertility gods? Don’t worry. I won’t tell the other gods about your small penis problem. (Kat)”

“I don’t even know what to say to you. (Acheron)Me, either. I guess we’ll just stand here and cry at each other, huh? (Kat)”

“We are coming up on the Sumerian apokalypsi–. (Artemis)I don’t think they use that word. (Kat)Who cares what word they use? End of the world is end of the world regardless of whatever term you use for it! (Artemis)”

“Have you any idea how hard it is to go nine months out of the year with no sex when you’re married to such a fine piece of male anatomy that he should have been the god of fertility instead of the god of death?”

“Then why can’t I bully you into procreating? (Wulf)See! I’m the only human in history to have Viking yenta of his very own. God, how I wish my father had been a fertile man. (Chris)”

“Hey, sweet. Please open your eyes, Livia. Open your eyes and see what you did. I’m actually sitting here without grimacing. There’s no pain at all. But you know that, don’t you? I don’t know why you stayed with me. God knows, I wasn’t worth it. But I don’t want you to leave me alone anymore. I need you, Livia. I can’t live without you in my life. I can’t…I’m not that strong. Please open your eyes and look at me. Please. (Adron)”

“So what do we need to do? (Kat)One: Don’t die. Two: Don’t get bitten. (Sin)And? (Kat)Kick their ass. (Sin)Good plan. Little vague on the details. (Kat)Isn't it, though? (Sin)”