- Angus Carter: You were over there so long, I thought you were proposing.
- Randall Carpio: Oh, yeah, he wishes.
- Selena Durov: My doctorate isn't useless.
- Hamish Duke: "Help. My wife has fallen. Is there a metaphysician in the house?"
- Selena Durov: "Well, my son's choking. Oh, dear God, where is an epistemologist when you need one?"
- Hamish Duke: Probably in the nearest bar.
- Randall Carpio: Someone's coming.
- Hamish Duke: I don't hear anything.
- Randall Carpio: I can... SMELL them?
- Lilith Bathory: That's ridiculous.
- [a knock at the door proves Randall right]
- Elizabeth Kepler: You talk a good game, Vera, but you care about those disciples about as much as I do. I bet you can't name even one of your precious victims.
- Vera Stone: [levelly] Weston. Drea. Amir. Margaret. Gregory. Kyle. Jonas. Hemmings. Ruby. Marty. Diego. Shall I go on?
- Gabrielle Dupres: [explaining Jack's sudden collapse to student onlookers] He's okay. He's hypoglycemic.
- Jack Morton: Where am I?
- Hamish Duke: How did I end up naked?
- Randall Carpio: Why am I covered in blood?
- Gabrielle Dupres: Your name is Jack Morton. You go to Belgrave University. You have a scholarship. Your mom died in a car accident when you were eight. Your grandfather recently died of a stroke. You have never heard of the Hermetic Order of the Blue Rose or the Knights of St. Christopher, and you're so in love with Gabrielle Dupres you are willing to wait until marriage. And you think all blonde girls are stuck-up skanks.