Wednesday: Betty. Betty the Barbarian. You were forged from blue-collar sweat in the heartland of a forcibly Christian land. You are not what you came into this world as but instead, a berserker and worthy of a berserker's honor....You are the standard of my world though it may not be your way. I honor you in the most holy way that I know. The looming locomotive is the flaming arrow that soars through the heavy air from the bow of a Viking king. Let it strike you true and light your path to Valhalla!
Mr. Nancy: Valhalla? Ain't nobody going to fucking Valhalla. I see you in Cairo.
Wednesday: You will dine at the table of the Hooded One. We will meet in your reincarnation. Be proud, Betty. Be proud.