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

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

“What do you want, Acheron? (Artemis)You know what I want. After all I’m the top of the Food Chain and you…you’re the Food. (Acheron)”

“There will never be peace between us. Ever. You shattered any hope of it when you watched your brother kill me and refused to speak up on my behalf. (Acheron)I was afraid. (Artemis)And I was butchered and gutted on the floor like an animal sacrifice. Excuse me if I don’t feel your pain. I’m too busy with my own. (Acheron)”

“It’s a responsibility that I take most seriously, so excuse me for banning you from killing them because you have reverse PMS. (Acheron)Reverse PMS? (Artemis)Yeah, unlike a normal woman, you’re cranky twenty-eight days out of the month. (Acheron)”

“Come home with me, Acheron. I’ll make it well worth your while. (Artemis)I have a headache. (Acheron)You’ve had a headache for two hundred years! (Artemis)And you’ve had PMS for eleven thousand. (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)”