- Judgement: Let me ask you a question. Five-three, ninety-nine and a quarter pounds, skin like a porcelain mug full of lactate, nipples size of a baby's fingernails.
- Heirophant: What's the question?
- Judgement: You be the judge.
- High Priestess: I wish it was Sunday.
- Fool: How do I know for sure you are who I think you are?
- High Priestess: Well, for one, we were just speaking in code. And two... I currently have a Para Carry 9mm pointed squarely at your crotch. I'm High Priestess. Nice to meet you.
- Chariot: [to Fool] I tried to read your file but it bored the shit out of me. Sort of like "Thomas Crown" without the pussy.
- Chariot: Let's put it this way: If it weren't for Omega...
- Fool: Which is who?
- High Priestess: Us.
- Chariot: ...the Middle East would be a cloud of dust right now.
- Fool: Uh, isn't the Middle East already kind of a cloud of dust?
- High Priestess: He meant literally.
- High Priestess: Can you believe this? 70 years of government fuckups all in one room. I bet you half of these are from the past eight years.
- Magician: Hey, just out of curiosity, what happened to you? I mean, when I first got here, you were the shit, I mean, I wanted to be you. Now, you know, you're like - I don't know. You're like... borderline homeless. You're a fucking... deadbeat.
- Chariot: Yeah, well, look on the bright side. My poetry's really coming along.
- Carl: [Carl and Neil are watching Temperance slaughtering Hierophant on the monitors] Are you in any way turned on by this?