Anne: Mercy? Mercy: In the flesh. Anne: But what are you doing here? Mercy: You know what they say, "The only women in this world with any real powers are whores and widows." Anne: So, you became a whore? Mercy: Give it time...I may yet become a widow.
Mercy: You'll owe me for cleaning up your mess...and congratulations. Anne: What? Mercy: I sense a yawning emptiness in her womb. All is fair in love and war, if there's really any difference.
