Abbie: Do not get weird on me, Crane. Even a tiny lie of the donut variety... can erode the trust between two people.

Abbie: We have ourselves an entity. Kind of an all-encompassing word for: "We do not know what the hell we're dealing with yet."

Jenny: Who would have thought you could hogtie a Banshee with an industrial sound blanket and iron cable?
Joe: It's always the darnedest things.

Sophie: So who's going to tell Mills that we knocked off her monster? Hmm? Not "it."

Ichabod: Listen... Duke Ellington. Wolfgang Amadeus Mozart, Miles Davis, the artist formerly known as Prince, the political passion of Bob Dylan and Nina Simone, the poetry of Emily Dickinson, Shakespeare's sonnets, odes by Yeats. The works of Austen, Dostoyevsky, Morrison, Ta-Nehisi Coates... Leonardo Da Vinci, Van Gogh, Frida Kahlo... Picasso! The fearless lens of Diane Arbus, and the sublime squiggle of Charles M. Schulz. What you call pablum is, in fact, inspiration, and it is forged in the enduring soul of humanity. You may know everything... but you understand nothing.

The Hidden One: Omnipotence isn't always equal to...
Ichabod: Wisdom.

Ichabod: I know. I know, it is all rather... pew!
Abbie: What is that? Mind blown? Head exploding?
Ichabod: I don’t know. I'm very hungry.