- Loki: So, on the subject of love, is there a lucky beau waiting for you at the end of this crusade?
- Sylvie: Yeah, there is, actually. Managed to maintain quite a serious long-distance relationship with a postman whilst running across time from one apocalypse to another.
- Loki: And with charm like that, who could resist you?
- Sylvie: Well, people are quite willing in the face of certain doom.
- Loki: I'm sure they are.
- Sylvie: It was only ever just to keep me going. How about you? You're a prince. Must've been would-be-princesses or perhaps, another prince.
- [raises eyebrows suggestively]
- Loki: [smiles wryly] A bit of both. I suspect the same as you. But nothing ever...
- Sylvie: Real.
- Loki: Love is a dagger. It's a weapon to be wielded far away or up close.
- [Loki shows the Variant's reflection from the dagger to herself]
- Loki: You can see yourself in it. It's beautiful.
- [Loki points the dagger at himself]
- Loki: Until it makes you bleed. But ultimately, when you reach for it...
- Sylvie: [the Variant reaches for the dagger and it disappears in a flash of green light] It isn't real.
- Loki: Yeah.
- Sylvie: Love is an imaginary dagger.
- Loki: It doesn't make sense, does it.
- Sylvie: No. Terrible metaphor.
- Loki: Damn. I thought I had something there.
- Loki: [sings] But the trees dance and the waterfalls stop / When she sings, she sings "Come home" / When she sings, she sings "Come home" / On mountains darkened by the storms / I wander alone / Over glaciers I make my way forth / In the apple garden / Stands the fair maiden / And sings / "When are you coming home?"
- Loki: [on his mother Frigga] When I was young, she'd do these little bits of magic for me. Like turn a flower into a frog or cast fireworks over the water. It all seemed impossible. She told me that I'd be able to do it too because... Because I could do anything. She was the kinda person you'd want to believe in you.
- Sylvie: Plans have multiple steps. Dressing as a guard and getting on a train is just doing a thing.