Nea Karlson: Come see this creepy abandoned factory I just tagged.
Casey: I have no time for your ego.
Nea Karlson: Ego? W-what are you talking about?
Casey: Big deal, Nea. Your name on a ruined wall, or whatever. Who cares? Why not stand for something? Say something? All that time and energy just to say you tagged a scary place. Whoopie. Big fuckin' deal. [Nea Karlson shrugs] I don't know... if you'd at least piss off a tyrant, you would have done something with your... your... art... if that's what you want to call it.
Legion Frank: Joey sounds... normal. You know how much programming it takes to get a human being to accept the whole eight-hour-a-day routine?
Quantom X Legion Frank: So you an artist or something?
Legion Julie: Artist? Hardly. I doodle to escape the banality of Ormond.
Legion Frank: No such thing as Soldiers of Mayhem.
Legion Julie: This story, Frankie, happens in the future.
[Julie writes Soldiers of Mayhem on his white shirt].
Legion Frank: I like the idea, but hate the name.
Legion Julie: It's a work in progress.
Huntress' Mother: You need to thin the ranks.
The Huntress: I can do that. I will show you. I will show you, and I will show them... where crawfish sleep.
Ash Williams: Huh... what is this place?
Quantom X Ash Williams: Are we going to be here... all day?
Quantom X Ash Williams: Mmhmm, that's right, that's me baby.
Quantom X Ash Williams: Oh, look who's shittin' in the tall grass.
Quantom X Ash Williams: Groovy.
Quantom X 
