Steve: Try and fight his control of your body!
Claudia: Oh my God Steve, what a great idea! I wish I'd thought of that! I can't fight it.

You're wasting your time Voldemort. I'm as much a part of this Warehouse as you are and it won't let you kill me.


Do you have something else to do besides look doubtful?


Pete: Claude, I've got an idea.
Claudia: It's a great idea.
Artie: Pete has an idea?
Claudia: He's a smart guy when he's not thinking about cookies or boobies

Myka, I don't want you to leave me, okay?


I'll use everything on the shelf to save Myka even you.


Mrs. Frederick: Paracelsus has the Warehouse.
Steve: And he has Claudia.
Artie: How?

You. Have. Cancer.


I would have guessed 1508. What's your secret? Oil of Olay?


It's nice to know that even grumpy, jaded Arthur Nielsen can still be surprised by endless wonder.

Mrs. Frederick

Not so fast Emperor Palpatine!


Artie: Pete, moderate your Comic-Con panel later!
Myka: What's Comic-Con?