“We have another confession from Dare Kattalakis. Going once, going twice…are there any more confessions in the room? Anyone else want to admit to shooting a lion? Didn’t think so. (Savitar)”

“Interesting, isn’t it? What do you have to say about that, Fury? (Savitar)They’re on crack. (Fury)Anyone else on crack? (Savitar)”

“Listen and I’ll tell you what akri once told me. We have three kinds of family. Those we are born to, those who are born to us, and those we let into our hearts. I have let you into my heart so the Simi is your family and she won’t give you up. If you are sad right now, then I’m thinking your family is still in your heart too, and they are taking up so much room that you have no room for anyone else. (Simi)I can’t give them up. (Gallagher)And you shouldn’t. Ever. No one should ever forget those they love. But it’s like with QVC – whenever I fill up my room with too much stuff, akri builds me another room. Somehow there’s always space for more. Your heart can always expand to take in as many people as you need it to. The people who live there, they don’t go away. You just make room for one more person and then another and another and another. (Simi)”

“Hey, aren’t we forgetting something? (Savitar)Your dignity? (Takeshi)No, you have me confused with you again. Aren’t you supposed to be training him? (Savitar)So you admit my superiority by deflecting my attention to the neophyte. (Takeshi)”

“I’m going to be exposed, aren’t I? (Acheron)I don’t know. You planning on dropping your pants around me? If so, warn me first. I don’t want to go blind. (Savitar)”

“Savitar, Savitar, Savitar. At least I won. Wasn’t it you who had to cry to the counsel to come save your ass from an attack of a four-year-old? (Takeshi)Four-year-old…tarranine demon. Don’t forget the most important part. Those bastards are hatched full grown and it wasn’t just one. It was a swarm of them. (Savitar)So you admit you had help? (Takeshi)Oh, that’s it, sensei. You’re tasting sand. (Savitar)”

“Wait your turn, Lion, or I’ll be wearing your eyeballs as jewelry. (Savitar)”