Preston Holloway: You see, I--I grew up in Iceland, where every farm had sheep. sheep are followers. It's coded in their brains, to follow the sheep in front of them, even to slaughter.
Marty: So you calling me a sheep now?
Preston Holloway: We're all sheep. Following blindly to slaughter. For The Lich is my shepherd, I shall not want. He make me lay down in green pastures and leadeth me to still waters and restoreth my soul. Even though I walk in the valley of the shadow of death, I fear no evil. For thou art with me, and thy rod and they staff will comfort me, and surely goodness and mercy shall follow me all the days of my life, and I shall dwell in the house of The Lich... forever.
Travis Hall: Thank God, I thought you were a guard.
Dana: Yeah, I get that lot.
Rollo: So Vince, these Chandlers, who were they?
Vince: City founders. William Chandler was like the Oppenheimer of chemical weapons.
Rollo: Great. Thanks for telling us that, after we get trapped in a bunker with no air circulation.
Max: Green hellebore. It saved the daughters of the King of Argos from madness. Of course, it did kill Alexander the Great, but those Greeks tend to over do.