Nikopol:
Fuck you!

Horus:
Right, but let's fuck her again first.

Horus:
You believe in God?

Nikopol:
I don't even have that to fall back on.

Horus:
I suggest you believe in me, Nikopol.

Nikopol:
Do I have a choice?

Horus:
I am afraid not.

Horus:
Children, my human children, I am back.

Nikopol:
You piece of shit! Your objectives are shit, your filthy rapist god ambitions are shit! you are so full of shit, Horus!

Horus:
Coming from a human, remarks like that don't carry much weight.

Nikopol:
Horus, where the fuck are you? I need you, I need you now!

Jill Bioskop:
I am a professional guinea pig!

Elma Turner:
How many meals do you have a day?

Jill Bioskop:
Two a week.