Garrett:
Fanatics make unreliable friends.

Constantine:
I can't tell you how pleased I am with you, Mister Garrett. I simply can't find the words. But perhaps Viktoria can help me in that regard. She has such a way with them.

Constantine:
Viktoria is quite right, Mister Garrett. I don't mean to sound ungrateful, but this eye is completely blind.

Constantine:
Of course. Viktoria, are you prepared to give Mister Garrett his... Compensation?

Viktoria:
Yes, we are both so VERY pleased.

Viktoria:
Even though The Eye is... defective.

Viktoria:
He am the leaf that feeders on the fleshed ones. Thems that calls themselves Builders and wielded up a hammers against him!

Trickster:
My poor Mister Garrett, you will not live to SEE the sprawling glory of it! Your sacrifice is not yet complete! Mine lilacs and mine thistles must feeds, and I? Stands He then in the greens and festered Maw and speeds He out his judgements upon the weeps and writhing manfools!

Garrett:
Let go of me!

Keeper:
That's not for you.

Garrett:
Please, sir, I'm hungry.

Keeper:
You have talent. It is not an easy thing to see a Keeper, especially one that does not WISH to be seen.