“All those other girls are cake...I'm Crème brûlée...Tiramisu, if you will. Just a few notches above.”

“I can't say I've ever seen two male werewolves shack it up, set up housekeeping, and make crème brûlée together in their nest of love. Not that I'd care, mind you. I'm every bit as progressive as the next person. I support love, period.”

“Primarily, shapeshifters of the animal variety remain true to animal kingdom rules in their sexual behaviors. I cant say Ive ever seen two male shack up, set up housekeeping, and make crème brûlée together in their nest of love.”

“I'm just a notch on your bedpost but you're just a line in a song.”

“I'm a guy who likes cake. I'm just throwing it out to you guys, I eat lots of cake. And when people take my cake away, it makes me mad. It makes me mad!”

“...Oh god. I'm one of those girls.""What girls?" he asked, perplexed."Those girls. The ones in all those books and TV shows. Some dumb high school girl falls in love with some supernatural guy, and he's all, 'Behold, I am five million years old!' and she's all, 'Oh my god, how can you ever love pathetic little me!' and he's like, 'Because of destiny!' or whatever. It's just so...ew. You know?”