“That was you who hit me with the float? (Talon)Yes. (Dionysus)Damn, boy. You’ve fallen a long way down. Yesterday Greek god…today incompetent float driver. (Camulus)”

“How was I to know your pet was a god-killer? What kind of idiot ties herself down to one of his kind? (Dionysus)Well, gee, what was I supposed to do? Hook up with Mr. All-powerful God-killer or get myself a Mardi Gras float and hang out with him? (She pointed to Camulus, who looked extremely offended by her comment.) You’re such a moron. No wonder you’re the patron god of drunken frat boys. (Artemis)”

“They float, they all float... and when you're down here with me, fat boy, you'll float too.”

“They'll float," it growled, "they float, Georgie, and when you're down here with me, you'll float, too-”

“Answer my question, Bacchus. I’m not one of your dickless Greeks to be kept waiting for an answer. (Camulus)You better take a more civil tone with me, Cam. I’m not one of your flaccid Celts to shake in terror of your wrath. You want to fight, boy, bring it on. (Dionysus)Whoa, hang on a second. Let’s save the fighting for when you two take over the world, okay? (Styxx)”

“The dead boy floats by.”