Markus: "That psycho-babble won't work on me, Viper! Prepare to get your ass majorly kicked!"
Viper: "The granite is really made of dragonflies! I cannot possibly lose!"

Markus: "You failed to take into account my secret weapon!"
Viper: "You're bluffing! You have no secret weapon!"
Markus: "HA HA! Go ahead and believe that!"

Viper: "All this talk- are you afraid to actually fight?"

Markus: "I was just waiting for an invitation!"

Tristan: "Ow! What the hell was that for?"
Mary: "Are you really you?"
Tristan: "Yeah, I'm really me."
Mary: "Good, because I'm really me."
Tristan: "I figured as much..."

Mary: "You know, I'm really glad no one made it to my dream-world."

Tristan: "That bad?"
Mary: "That bad. What about yours?"

Tristan didn't answer right away, instead gazing contemplatively at a distant spot on the horizon. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet and slightly strained.

Tristan: "I didn't stay long."
Mary: "Lucky."

Tristan: "I think Markus just worked out where he is."

Markus: "Please tell me you're not real."
Tristan: "I'm afraid we are. As real as it gets here, anyway, Captain Hero."
Mary: "Shall we go find Emily now?"

Tristan: "I already found her… she didn't make it."

Mary felt her stomach drop, a sickening feeling rising within her gut. It sounded to her as though he were trying to fight back frustration and losing.

Mary: "What do you mean she didn't make it?"
Tristan: "I mean she must have woken up."
Mary: "Jesus Tristan, could you please learn to choose your words a little better?"

Markus: "So it's up to the three of us, then. Did you work out how we're supposed to rescue James by any chance?"
Mary: "I haven't figured anything out, no."
Tristan: "I might have an idea, but I'm not really sure yet."
Mary: "Well... let's go find James then."