“You, psycho-ass, and Talon, I’ll cover, but not him. (Nick)Psycho-ass? Hmm, I like that. (Zarek)Nick– (Acheron)It’s all right, Greek. I would rather die than have his plebeian help anyway. (Valerius)Make that three votes, then. I would rather he died, too. Now all together, let’s vote this asshole off the island. (Zarek)”

“That’s why I have Jericho, Jared, and Zarek. (Acheron)Psycho-ass? You’re bringing Psycho-ass back? (Nick)That’s Mister Psycho-ass to you, punk. (Zarek)”

“Nick - Psycho-ass? You're bringing psycho-ass back?Zarek - That's Mister Psycho-ass to you, punk.”

“Next time I’ll just send the three of you e-mails. What was I thinking when I decided to have this meeting? (Acheron)Oh, I know. That men who are a couple of thousand years old could actually behave like grownups? (Nick)(Zarek elbowed Nick in the stomach.)Oops. Involuntary arm spasm. (Zarek)”

“So how are you feeling this morning?” – Nick“Like I got my ass kicked by a bunch of psycho demons.” – Caleb”

“Nick was dressed in jeans, a dark green sweater, and bomber jacket–the perfect image of a rich college student. Talon looked like a biker who had just left Sanctuary, New Orleans’s premier biker bar. Acheron looked like a refugee from the Dungeon–the local underground goth hangout. Valerius was the professional contingent, and Zarek…Zarek just looked like he was ready to kill something.’ (Talon)”

“I know. ‘Nick, go after psycho-ass and show him where he lives.’ But might I point out that in doing this, I should qualify for hazard pay? (Nick)Might I point out that staying here with me is far more hazardous to your health? (Acheron)What? Am I still here? Oh no, sorry, thought I’d left ten minutes ago. (Nick)”