Yvaine, hold me tight and think of home. What the hell did you do? What did *I* do? What...

[Lamia is about to cut out Yvaine's heart] Tristan: Yvaine, hold me tight and think of home. [Tristan lights his Babylon candle. They escape, but end up on a cloud in the middle of nowhere] Tristan: What the hell did you do? Yvaine: What did *I* do? What did *you* do? "Think of home"? That was a GREAT plan! You thought of your home and I thought of mine and now we're halfway between the two! Tristan: Well you stupid cow! What did you think of your home for? Yvaine: You just said "home"! If you'd wanted me to think of *your* home you should have said! Tristan: Some crazy lady was going to cut your heart out and you wanted more specific instructions? Perhaps you'd want it in writing - or a diagram, maybe?

The burning golden heart of a star at peace is so much better than your frightened little heart. Even so, better than no heart at all. Yvaine? Hold me tight and think of home. No! What the hell did you do? What did I do? What did you do? "Think of home!" That was a great plan! You thought of your home and I thought of mine and now we're halfway between the two! Oh, you stupid cow! What did you think of your home for? You just said "home"! If you wanted me to think of your home, you should have said! Some crazy lady was going to cut your heart out and you wanted more specific instructions? Perhaps you'd like it in writing! Or a diagram, maybe! Look, Captain Shakespeare! Caught ourselves a little bonus! A couple of Lightning Marshals! They don't look like Lightning Marshals to me. Why else would anyone be up here in the middle of a storm? "Why else would anyone be up here in the middle of a storm?" Well, let's think. Maybe for the same godforsaken reason we are!