Dar: Those are the lost hounds.
Jackie Trent: That's bad, right?
Dar: They stalk the night searching for souls to drag down into the abyss.
Jackie Trent: Sounds like a couple of guys I met in Tijuana last night.
Arklon: I shall feed on your memories and know all that you know.
Arklon: Oh gods of war and thunder, show me the way to my kingdom!
Caberly: What you're trying to tell me, Bendowski, is that there's some stranger running around with a laser beam blowing brassieres off mannequins?
Lyranna: You'd better be telling the truth, Witch, or...
[holds up his sword]
Lyranna: Oh, oh. I know, I know, you'll cleave my black heart from my bosom. You know for the life of me I don't know why everyone want to cleave my bosom? If you ask me it cleaves just fine by itself.
Leader: You take care you speak the truth, witch. One act of betrayal and I will cleave your black heart from your bosom!
Lyranna: Surely such a valiant warrior such as yourself can think of a better use for my bosom?
Lyranna: [Arklon's Key of Magog fizzles] Don't you just hate that when it happens? One of my former partners had the same problem.
Lyranna: Arklon! Scum of the swamp. May tarantulas grow in your mouth!