- Aphrodite: [materializing behind Gabrielle] Boo!
- Gabrielle: Aphrodite?
- Aphrodite: Can't sleep, huh?
- Gabrielle: You scared me.
- Aphrodite: Sorry, I didn't know I had to *knock* in my own temple.
- Gabrielle: You don't, but can you just keep it down, I don't want to wake Xena.
- Aphrodite: Pregnant girl need her rest, huh? I remember when Cupid was on his way...
- Gabrielle: Uh, doesn't a god of your obvious stature have anything better to do than hang out here in the middle of the night?
- Aphrodite: Owwie. What's with the attitude? I let you sleep in my temple. I show real concern for your insomnia, and you treat me like I'm a rash where the sun don't shine.
- Aphrodite: So you shrunk her horse, big deal. Everybody shrinks as they get older. That's why old people are so short.
- Gabrielle: Now that's very constructive. What are you writing?
- Aphrodite: Patient is hostile and insecure, possibly masking some latent tendencies.
- Gabrielle: This is stupid.
- Aphrodite: No, I'm sorry. Look. No more scroll, alright?
- Gabrielle: Latent tendencies? Where did you learn to talk like that?
- Aphrodite: Honey, don't let the blonde hair fool you. Although bombastic forms of circumlocution should be generally avoided, one mustn't shy away from big words in the right context.
- Gabrielle: What?
- [last lines]
- Xena: You know, I gotta tell ya, I am feeling a whole lot better. I mean, life's pretty sweet for me right now. I've got no cooking, no cleaning, and back rubs for a month.
- Gabrielle: Technically, you didn't lose your temper, but Xena, I saw you throwing pies in a less than loving manner.
- Joxer: *Much* less.
- Xena: Oh?
- Joxer: Uh, uh, loving.
- Xena: Yep, loving. That's me.
- [pie hits her in the face]
- Xena: Who threw that pie?
- Aphrodite: So, let me ask you this. Isn't all this story-telling an awful lot like writing?
- Gabrielle: It's similar, but with writing, it's like talking to yourself. It's a way that you can work things out. Of course, I know now exactly who I am.
- Aphrodite: So then who cares? Why write?
- Gabrielle: Haven't you ever had an artistic impulse that's like a bad itch, and you just have to keep working on it until you get it out?