“You’re not pregnant, are you? (Jack)What would make you think that? (Syd)Barefoot. Pregnant. Them things go hand in hand, ‘cause them pregnant women have feet that can swell up to ten times their normal size. (Jack)”

“You’re not expecting, are you? (Jack)No! (Syd)Good, ‘cause there’s enough radon down there to give a fetus three heads. I don’t want to be responsible for none of that. I only believe in corruption the ones what come out of the womb and grow to at least five feet in height. (Jack)”

“You’re not weird, are you? (Jack)Not particularly, no. (Syd)Well, good. I got enough weirdness for the lot of us. Don’t want to share it. (Jack)”

“But on the upside, your seraph form will never age. And the only way to die is by a demon blade. As long you survive fighting them, you’re immortal to the things that would kill a normal human. Think of the money you’ll save on medical bills. (Jack)”

“Does this rationale make sense to you? (Syd)That’s Jack-Logic. It makes total sense. (Steele)”

“This can’t be happening. It’s just not possible. (Cassandra)Oh, well, let’s not have reality intrude now, shall we? I mean, hey, you’re a mythological being descended from mythological beings and you’re in the house of an immortal guardian no human can remember five minutes after they leave his presence. Who’s to say that you can’t get pregnant in a dream by him? What? We’re jumping into the realm of reality now? (Katra)”

“Menoeceus is a great name. (Astrid)For an old man or a feminine hygiene product. Not for my son. And next time I get to name the kid and it won’t be something that sounds like meningitis. (Zarek)You keep that up and next time you’ll be the one birthing it, and don’t mess with me, bucko, I have connections in that department. A pregnant man is not an impossibility in my neighborhood. (Astrid)”