“Nick: How? Are you a vampire or something? What made you immortal?Acheron: Real good DNA.”

“What made you immortal? (Nick)Really good DNA. (Acheron)”

“What are you? (Nick)Completely perplexed. You remember everything that happened. (Acheron)Yeah. Duh. Not like you’re going to forget the killer zombie stalkers and psyched-out kitchen staff. What kind of freak show is this? (Nick)”

“Acheron: You're really not right, are you?Nick: Yeah. I know. It was all the paint chips I ate as a kid. They were good, but chromosomally damaging”

“If everyone does as I’ve instructed, then things should work out the way they’re meant to. (Acheron)And if we don’t? (Talon)We’re all screwed. (Acheron)Gee, Ash, you’re just so damn comforting. (Nick)I try to be anyway. (Acheron)You fail admirably. (Nick)”

“How much longer will I live? (Urian)You’re immortal, barring death. (Acheron)That doesn’t make sense. (Urian)Most of life doesn’t. (Acheron)”

“My demon ate them. (Nick)What happened to the jocks? (Acheron)Riiiight. And I suppose the Big Bad Wolf will be coming in right behind you to finish up? Or is it the Gingerbread Man I need to fear? (Nick)”