“Some things just are, Zarek. They don't have to make sense. (Astrid)”

“Zarek? (Astrid)What?! (Zarek)Don’t use that tone with me. I like to know where people are in my house. Be nice, or I’ll make you wear a cowbell. (Astrid)”

“Tell me of a happy memory, Zarek. One thing in your life that was good. (Astrid)You. (Zarek)”

“You could have said ‘Excuse me.’ (Zarek)I’m not talking to you. (Astrid)Love you, too, babe. (Zarek)You really are an animal, aren’t you? (Astrid)Woof, woof. (Zarek)”

“What’s going on? (Astrid)Not much. Some invincible asshole is trying to kill me. (Zarek)”

“I have a flamthrower. (Zarek)You have a what? (Astrid)It pays to be prepared. (Zarek)Well. Those are nice for toasting marshmallows, but they’ll only make Thanatos mad. Regular fire won’t hurt him. I have this really neat gelatinous goo that comes out with my fire and it squirts my victims so that it don’t come off. Wanna see it? (Simi)No! (Zarek/Astrid)No? I don’t like that word. (Simi)We love you, Simi. We’re just scared of your goo. (Astrid)Oh, that I understand. Okay, you can live. (Simi)”