Steve Rogers: What's the matter? Scared of a little lightning?
Loki: I'm not overly fond of what follows.
Loki: ENOUGH! You. All of you are beneath me. I am a god, you dull creature, and I will not be bullied by...
[The Hulk grabs Loki and slams him into the floor repeatedly.]
Hulk: Puny God.
Loki: I have an army!
Tony Stark: We have a Hulk.
Edith Cushing: You lied to me.
Thomas Sharpe: I did.
Edith Cushing: You poisoned me.
Thomas Sharpe: I did.
Edith Cushing: You said you loved me.
Thomas Sharpe: I do.
Thomas Sharpe: I cannot leave you here. In fact, I find myself thinking about you even at the most inopportune moments of the day. I feel as if a link exists between your heart and mine, and should that link be broken, either by distance or by time, then my heart would cease to beat and I would die.
Thomas Sharpe: Where I come from, ghosts are not to be taken lightly.
Thomas Sharpe: The nearest house is miles away, and the closest town is a half day's walk.
Lucille Sharpe: She knows everything. She stopped drinking her tea, but I poisoned the porridge.
Thomas Sharpe: Lucille, stop it! Do we have to do this? Must we?
Lucille Sharpe: Yes.
Thomas Sharpe: You're so... different.
Edith Cushing: From who?
Thomas Sharpe: ...everyone.
Lord Nooth: The age of stone is over. Long live the age of bronze.
Lord Nooth: Take 'im away and kill 'im... do it slowly.
[Guards start walking away at a very slow pace.]
Lord Nooth: No! I meant take 'im away at normal speed, and kill 'im slowly.
Hank Marlow: Who's winning the war?
Captain James Conrad: Which one?
Hank Marlow: That makes sense, I guess.
Captain James Conrad: An uncharted island. Let me list all the ways you're gonna die: rain, heat, disease-carrying flies, and we haven't started on the things that want to eat you alive.
Captain James Conrad: I guess no man comes home from war, not really.
Loki: I'm gonna burn this place to the ground.
