Amaya: Now the Spear of Destiny is in the hand of not just one, but four psychopaths.
Stein: Don't forget Mr. Rory.
Jax: That's right. We trusted him and he screwed us over.
Ray: Did we? Trust him? I admit it, we never really did, and he picked up on it.
Rip: Apparently, Mr. Rory is not entirely stupid.

Amaya: I know a thing or two about wielding mystical artifacts. I can control it.
Rip: Look, a totem is one thing. That. That is more powerful than anything any of us have seen.
Mick: She said she can handle it!
Sara: Mick, not now!

You actually care about these losers? Because I guarantee they don't care about you, Mick.


Mick: You're in my head. You're an illumination.
Snart: Hallucination.
Mick: That's it.
Snart [backhands Mick]: Now did that FEEL like an hallucination?

Now, I'm not a historian, but I can't imagine it's possible to obtain the blood of Christ without Christ.


Mick: Piece a cake.
Jax: You thought that was easy?
Mick: No. I want a piece of cake. And a beer.

Rip: What's the one thing that exists out of time?
Ray: No way.
Rip: Yes way. We must return to the vanishing point.

Rip: What are you planning on doing?
Sara: I guess we're going to have to kick our own asses.

God. I'm a bitch in Rip's mind.


Sara: You figure this cognitive intrusion thing out?
Mick: With the professor as my assistant, yeah.
Stein: You cannot be serious.
Mick: Very serious, yeah. Get me a beer.

Rip is manipulating Gideon.


Damien: Give it up, Raymond. You're nothing but a glorified nerd.
Ray: I'm still Raymond of the Palms, and on behalf of my 12-year-old self, allow me to retort.