“Well, we can’t sit around here worrying all night. I have to do something. ” “Why don’t you call up another vampire hunter for tea?” he suggested drily.”
“He might be a vampire, hunter of the night and all-around badass, but a woman scorned was fucking scary.”
“We have been sitting here all night bullshitting and we still don’t know what to do.”
“Don’t you have any respect for your betters?”“I do. That’s why I’m going to help her up the stairs and put her to bed with a cup of hot tea. You can just sit here and . . . jangle your manacle!”
“We ought to call it something,’ said Banokles thoughtfully. ‘We can’t just keep calling it “that big bastard horse”. It ought to have a name.’ ‘What do you suggest?’ - ‘Arse Face.”
“Look, I asked you here for a reason. Much as I hate to admit it, vampire, we have something in common.""Totally awesome hair?" Simon suggested.”