Artie: It's gotta be an artifact. Adults don't have growth spurts. No short jokes, no fat jokes, no age jokes.
Pete: Well then, I got nothing.

Myka: Artie, I need you to find my cell phone.
Artie: I'm not your personal cell phone locator, okay?

Steve: What does this guy look like?
Artie: Well, look at this place. If you see any other human being, it's probably him.

Claudia: Breath Obi-Wan, we heard you.
Steve: We found a trip wire, so we tripped it - on purpose.

Artie: My name... doesn't matter. But I think you know who I represent.
Dickinson: Flash Gordon?

Myka: There's three suspects, including Fissel. One was a woman.
Pete: You sure?
Myka: Yeah, I... felt her.
Pete: You touched her boobies?

Artie: Alright. Then what is it? What's the evil?
Mrs. Frederic: Have you considered the man that keeps bringing artifacts back into the world? The one who's trying to kill the people you care about? That, this Brother Adrian, is the evil.

Myka: You sure you are ok? You still look a little woozy.
Pete: That's my look.

Belski: How does someone get invited to your party?
Pete: Oh, well... you don't get invited. You get shoved.

This is not good for your soul. All this hate and anger is not good for you.

Emma

Myka: You know how when you sing in the shower, and it bounces off the tiles, and you sound spectacular.
Artie: No, I never sound spectacular.

Myka: You ever see that movie The Great Santini with the tough dad and the scared kids?
Pete: It's like that, huh?
Myka: Yeah, except it wasn't over in two hours.