- Bilquis: I am not a prostitute.
- Technical Boy: Oh, baby love, we're all prostitutes.
- Bilquis: The men who seek me are not johns. They are worshippers.
- Technical Boy: A distinction without a difference.
- Shadow Moon: Oh, let me guess. A fucking birdie told you, huh?
- Mr. Wednesday: Two, as a matter of fact.
- Shadow Moon: You really my dad?
- Mr. Wednesday: Oh, is that still a point of speculation considering our shared traits? Charisma, strong jawline, way with the ladies.
- Shadow Moon: Is there anyone you haven't managed to piss off yet?
- Mr. Wednesday: [long pause] I'm thinking.
- Shadow Moon: So, these New Gods, are they really even gods?
- Mr. Wednesday: If they are, so is indoor plumbing.