Pete: He thinks you're still in D.C. They both do.
Myka: Well, yeah. And if you tell them any differently, I swear, I will... I will drop a dictionary on your crotch.

Myka (In Pete's body): Pete get your hand off my boob.
Pete (In Myka's body): How did you know that?

Pete: What's that?
Frederic: An invitation to endless wonder.
Pete: Okay, could you sound a little more creepy?

Trust me pal, a "woosh and twinkle" is a lot better than a "sizzle and splat" or worse a "ZAP and kerchow!"

Pete: I thought the giant axe was kind of a turn on.
Claudia: I officially know what too much about you.

Come on Myka, look if I had quit and left you there and you were looking at an artifact for football or porn I would help you.

[Leena gasps]
Pete: You gasped! You rarely gasp!
Artie: Pete's right, why did you gasp?

Pete: Hey, that sounds like cannonfire.
Claudia: Brilliant! There's that college education rearing its ugly head.

Myka: Listen, when Cody hit you, I think that I saw something.
Pete: All I saw were stars oh and little birds.

Pete: Myka, are you hurt?
Myka: Well not physically, but next Thanksgiving might be a little problematic.

Ah, lets see who Stukowski has on her Evil Friends and Family Plan.

You know you're really not allowed to face death without me.