“We're not immortal, we just haven't died yet.”

“So, what's the story?""No story. Just a nightmare.”“Meaning?”“Meaning, heavy compression lines in his cartilage, severe bruising on his kidneys, liver and lower intestines. Fracture marks on his collar bone, tibia, radius, humerus, scapular, femur and every single one of his ribs have been broken. Don't even get me started on the concussive damage to his skull and brain tissue. Twenty-three percent of this boys body is scared for life. And yet, every organ is functioning normally and his neurological activity is above average. He's eighteen years old and he weights about two bills but remove the scar tissue and he'd weigh about a buck-ten. All in all, I say he lived inside a hydraulic car press, went through the Napoleonic wars and was on board the Hindenburg when it went down in flame and yet he's okay...this boy just refuses to die.”

“Did I just see you two getting into another tussle outside?”“No...we...were...rehearsing a play,” “Really? What‟s it called?” “Fight Club...”

“Look honey, I ain’t buying what you’re selling so get out!”“You prefer to be lying here or in the morgue?! Things got outta hand last night but at least you’re alive! If we wanted you dead, don’t you think I would have drained you by now, or dragged you outta here! We are trying to help you!”“And I’m sure Jaws was just trying to help Quint! Get out!”

“You know, I've been almost kidnapped and killed more times in the last thirty-six hours than anyone in history, and yet here I am trying to help you work through your personal issues and that Claire...that is why I always get the last cookie,”

“We’re on a tight leash. We gotta do things by the book so no shooting yourself or trying to blow me up this time.”“I thought we agreed that we weren’t gonna talk about that anymore.”

“You just kissed me! Why isn't your face melting off?”