“Mongolian Fondue," I say. "Very authentic.”

“Adrian shook his head, still smiling. "I've said over and over, I'd do anything for you. I just keep hoping it'll be something like, 'Adrian, let's go hot tubbing' or 'Adrian, take me out for fondue.'""Well, sometimes we have to--did you say fondue?" Sometimes it was impossible to follow Adrian's train of thought. "Why in the world would I ever say that?"He shrugged. "I like fondue.”

“I was at Peter's fondue party,before that was at the mall. Peter's tell me about Peter's, Did anything weird happen there? I was at a fondue party at a vampires everything about that is weird.”

“I'm seein' the syphilitic afterbirth of a Mongolian clusterfuck, is what I see there.”

“This is one holy Mongolian clusterfuck, gentlemen”

“Is your blouse Azzedine Alaia?''No, you could say it's VERY authentic vintage.'Lachlain didn't care what it was; she'd never wear that damned unfinished shirt in public again.”