- Mr. Wednesday: [bids farewell to his car] Betty. Betty the Barbarian. You were forged from blue-collar sweat in the heartland of a forcibly-Christian land. You are not what you came into this world as, but instead a Berserker, and worthy of a Berserker's honor.
- Mr. Nancy: [realizes what he's doing] Aw, hell no...
- Mr. Wednesday: You are the standard of my world, for it might not be your way, I honor you in the most holy way that I know. A looming locomotive is the flaming arrow that soars through the heavy air from the bow of a Viking king. Let it strike you true and light your path to Valhalla!
- Mr. Nancy: Valhalla? Ain't nobody going to fucking Valhalla! I'll see you in Cairo!
- Mr. Wednesday: You will dine at the table of the hooded one. We will meet in your reincarnation.
- Laura Moon: [to Mad Sweeney] You things are not gods, by the way. You're made by people. People who need answers and they're too fucking lazy to look for them themselves.