Ichabod Crane: [to the Hidden One] 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 Yates. The works of Austin, Dostoevsky, Morrison, Ta-Nehisi Coates. Leonardi Da Vinci. Van Gogh. Fredo Kahlo. Picasso. The fearless lens of Diane Arbus, and the sublime squiggle of Charles M. Shulz. 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.
Abbie Mills: We have ourselves an entity. Kind of an all encompassing word for we do not know what the hell we're dealing with yet.
Sophie Foster: [Rushing back to find Joe bent over a recovering Jenny] You killed the banshee?
Joe Corbin: We had no choice.
Jenny Mills: We killed the banshee.
Sophie Foster: So, who's gonna tell Mills we knocked off her monster?
Ichabod Crane: [to the Hidden One] I take it you're not a reader.
The Hidden One: Omnipotence isn't always equal to...
Ichabod Crane: Wisdom.