Myka: Before what? What--what happens?
Mrs. Frederic: Chills, rapid pulse. Intense thirst, heart pain. Ultimately death.
Pete: Right. You--it's always ultimately death. I mean, artifacts never release a plague of tickles or an epidemic of kittens.
Jane Lattimer: Some do. They end badly, too.
Claudia: Holy metaphor. Artie's brain is...
Steven: The warehouse. I can't say I'm surprised.
Claudia: Figured it either had to be this or a magical land made entirely of doughnuts.
Claudia: Why bother if we just keep losing?
Steven: Because it's not the win, it's the fight. Evil is relentless, it always has been. You take one evil out and another one pops up to replace it.
Claudia: Worst pep talk ever.
Pete: Well, I'll bet you know who lives here, and not in a good way.
Bennett Sutton: Don't wrinkle your forehead, you look like sheet music.
Pete: Hey hey hey. I have a handsome forehead, okay? Just ask my mom.
Bennett Sutton: Oh.
Pete: And on the plane... I swiped your nuts. (Sutton stares) Wait...
Pete: Okay. Okay. So you're--you're like really really old, with a lot more reallies. Are you--what--are you like a vampire?
Bennett Sutton: Oh, please. Vampires are for Gothic novels and apparently preadolescent girls.
Pete: I don't know, I kinda like--I kinda like vampires.
Myka: So you're three hundred years old? That's amazing.
Bennett Sutton: Five hundred and nineteen, actually. I moisturize.
Pete: So you were really friends with Marie Antoinette?
Bennett Sutton: Uh, not friends per se. We were but we weren't. The woman seemed to think I was using her for her money.
Myka: Why would she think that?
Bennett Sutton: Probably because I was using her for her money.
Bennett Sutton: I always wondered if being ageless meant being immortal. Apparently a poison dart through the heart will kill me. That's good to know. Won't do that again.
Artie: Go away.
Mrs. Frederic: That's the nice thing about being me. I don't take orders from you.