Xena: Maybe you didn't hear me, Doctor. Getting pregnant requires a certain physical element that I haven't had for a long time... I'm talking a VERY long time. I am a love-free zone, so it is utterly *impossible* that I be up the duff! What's your diagnosis *now*?
Gabrielle: You don't have the slightest idea?
Xena: No. Look, we've been through this a thousand times. I don't.
Gabrielle: How can you not know? I just find that hard to believe, you know.
Xena: Tell me.
Gabrielle: Ares. Maybe he did... a god thing.
Gabrielle: OK, fine. When was the last time we saw Hercules?
Gabrielle: Come on, Xena. Race ya to Greece?
Xena: I don't know if you're ready for that.
Gabrielle: Are you chicken?
Xena: No, just being considerate. We race to Greece, and you won't be able to walk straight for a month.
Joxer: [to Amarice] What do you know about guys? You're an Amazon! All you know is shopping for bows and arrows and emasculation!
Amarice: I know you don't have to live with pigs to recognize one!
Joxer: You know? I'm so glad all women aren't like you!
Amarice: All the women I know are. We don't need a man to get along. In fact as far as they're concerned you guys are totally dispensable!