“”Oh, gods,” he cried. ”Oh, gods protect me! It’s you!”
“Of course it’s me,“ said Locke. “You just don’t know who the hell I am yet.“”

“Oh, save me God, but not quite yet.”

“They threw me out the Ramada Inn, I said: 'It wasn't me, I got a twin! Oh my god it's you, not again!”

“A hundred souls cried out, but
we are yours, we are yours, we are yours.
You are the light
that spoke to Moses and said
I am God, I am God, I am God.
I said Shams-e Tabrizi, who are you?
He said, I am you, I am you, I am you.”

“Oh, did you expect me to play fair?" Cupid laughed. "I am the god of love. I am never fair.”

“Oh God, I just kissed a vampire!"

Oh Gods, I just kissed a human!”

“Did someone just call me the?” he asked in a lazy drawl. “It’s Bacchus, please. Or Mr. Bacchus. Or Lord Bacchus. Or, sometimes, Oh-My-Gods-Please-Don’t-Kill-Me, Lord Bacchus.”

“Of course I can see you. I'm not blind, you know.
Oh, but you are. You just don't know it.”

“Silverfish looked down.
"Oh. Are you a dwarf?"
Cuddy gave him a blank stare.
"Are you a giant?" He said.
"Me? Of course not!"
"Ah. Then I must be a dwarf, yes.”

“Are you telling me you think Ranger's a superhero?'
Think about it. We don't know where he lives. We don't know anything about him.'
Superheroes are make-believe.'
Oh yeah?' Lula said. 'What about God?”