- Neil Stryker: Good. First thing tomorrow morning, we're outta here. I mean, what could possibly stop us?
- Neil Stryker: Uhh, okay, yeah, gimmie two soft tacos and a large diet grape soda.
- Nigel: Man, this bites.
- Neil Stryker: Yeah, tell me about it. You know what else bytes? Homework.
- Nigel: Yeah. No shit!
- Sister Bethany: You said you loved me, but you lied Stryker! Now join Sister Bethany in an eternity of scorpions!
- Neil Stryker: All right. Fine. Just let me grab my ice gun.
- Walter: You know, I'm getting a little impatient with you Brother Neil. The time has come for you to make a decision. Either you are going to happily join our cult, or we're going to melt your brain.
- Neil Stryker: All right. Sure. I'll join. Just let me pick up my pen.
- Neil Stryker: How does it feel, Walter? How does it feel to know you had The Destroyer right under your nose, but you had your head so far up your ass, all you could see was shit?