- Abbie Mills: You ever think of how many times you and I have technically died? You were buried underground for centuries, choked out by a Sin Eater. Buried again by a tree.
- Ichabod Crane: Trapped in purgatory, your jaunt to 1781, abandoned in ancient catacombs. You have endured much, lieutenant.
- Abbie Mills: I can endure anything. It's the losses that wear me down. My mom and Corbin.
- Ichabod Crane: My wife. My son. I prefer to focus on what we have, and I have a partner of the highest caliber.
- Abbie Mills: Better than Betsy Ross?
- Ichabod Crane: Well, she was occasionally rather pushy. Prone to talking with a mouth full of food.
- Abbie Mills: George Washington?
- Ichabod Crane: Well, now there was a great man... but a great man with legendary halitosis.
- Abbie Mills: [laughs] I really beat those guys?
- Ichabod Crane: Oh... handily.
- Abbie Mills: You never waver in your faith. In what we do. In me. And you know how rare that is, don't you?
- Ichabod Crane: When it concerns you and me, lieutenant, there is no greater certainty.