“I will not work with a slave as an equal nor will I share a servant with him. (Valerius)Trust me, boy, we’re not equal. You’re so far beneath me that I would sooner sit in shit than let you wipe my ass. (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)”

“You should be beaten for that. (Valerius)Try beating me, you sorry piece of shit, and I’ll force-feed you that black heart of yours. (Zarek)”

“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)”

“I just want to be warm. Just once let me be warm. Is there no star capable of sharing its fire with me? (Zarek)”

“(Zarek attacks Valerius.)Cease! I know it’s been a long time since you were around another Dark-Hunter, Z, but remember, whatever you do to him, you will feel it tenfold. (Acheron)Pain I can take, it’s him I can’t. (Zarek)”

“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)”