“What are you? (a Daimon)Oh please, let me give you the job description. Me, Dark-Hunter. You, Daimon. I hit, you bleed. I kill, you die. (Zarek)”

“I assure you he died screaming like a girl. (Daimon) Oh, I am so offended by that. What is the deal with that sexist statement? I’m a female and I don’t scream. But I’ve killed many a male Daimon who did. (Danger) ”

“What? It's not my fault I stab all the fanged people. They shouldn't look like Daimons. (Tabitha)I didn't look like a Daimon, but you stabbed me. (Valerius)Yeah, well, you looked like a lawyer so I had to kill you. It was a moral imperative. (Tabitha)”

“What does this Daimon look like? (Xedrix)He’s tall and blond. (Kyle)Well, that narrows it down to every Daimon here except Stryker. What would that be? Several thousand of them? Could you be a bit more specific and if you tell me he was dressed in black, I’ll kill you myself and spare me the agony of dying. (Xedrix)”

“Since when do Daimons fight their own kind? (Zarek)I was never a Daimon, Roman. (Spawn)And I was never a fucking Roman. (Zarek)”

“(Zarek slammed his combined fists down across Thanatos’s back.)If anyone has any suggestions on how to kill this guy, I’m open to it. (Zarek)I’m out of dynamite. You got any grenades? (Jess)Not on me. (Zarek)Say die, Dark-Hunter. (Thanatos)Fine. Die, why don’t you? (Zarek)”