“You better, Artemis. Because if you don’t get him under control, the world is going to become the very thing that makes you wake up screaming at night. (Acheron)”

“I hate you! (Artemis)Don’t keep saying that, Artie. It’s cruel to get my hopes up. (Acheron)”

“Go and rot, you worthless bastard. (Artemis)I may be a worthless bastard, but better that than a frigid whore who sacrificed the only man to ever love her because she was too self-absorbed to save him. (Acheron)”

“I hate you! (Artemis)Oh, please don’t get my hopes up. You almost gave me a hard-on with that thought. At least tell me this time your hatred will last more than five minutes. (Acheron)”

“You should have told them about him. (Artemis)Told them what, Artemis? Behave or the bitch-goddess will unleash her insane killer on you? (Acheron)”

“You want me here. (Artemis)Yeah, like an alien rectal probe up my sphincter.' (Acheron)”

“Tell me, Acheron, is there anyone you will ever trust enough to release your soul? (Artemis)You know better. You’ve tutored me too well on how vicious women are. On how much love ruins and destroys. Thank you for the lesson, Artemis. It was just what I needed. And I assure you, it’s one I’ll never forget. (Acheron)”