“And if you call me your fucking minder, I’ll put your pretty blond head through that wall and use your arse as a guitar stand. ‘Fair enough?”

“I’ll show you a fag, you little bitch. I’ll fuck-start your head!”

“Fetch Constantine, or I’ll make boots out of your hide, bear. (Arcadian Sentinel)Don’t touch me, or I’ll mount your jewels to the wall over your head. (Aimee)”

“It struck me as pretty ridiculous to be called Mr. Darcy and to stand on your own looking snooty at a party. It's like being called Heathcliff and insisting on spending the entire evening in the garden, shouting "Cathy" and banging your head against a tree.”

“This was self-defense. You’re unarmed. He wanted your gold. I’ll call your lawyer.” She put her hat on his head.“What about the witness?” Beckett wheezed.“There is no witness.” Eve leaned down and placed a gentle kiss on Beckett’s lips.Our first fucking kiss.”

“I should probably warn you that I’m not real big on fairness and I have a below-zero tolerance on most things. Do your job. Do it right and we won’t have any problems. Fuck up and I’ll most likely kill you. Fuck up bad enough and I’ll torture you first. (Thorn)”