“Let me guess," said Clary. "On the inside it's an abandoned police station; from the outside, mundanes only see a condemned apartment building, or a vacant lot, or…""Actually it looks like a Chinese restaurant from the outside," Luke said. "Takeout only, no table service.""A Chinese restaurant?" Clary echoed in disbelief.He shrugged. "Well, we are in Chinatown. This was the Second Precinct building once.""People must think it's weird that there's no phone number to call for orders."Luke grinned. "There is. We just don't answer it much. Sometimes, if they're bored, some of the cubs will deliver someone some mu shu pork.""You're kidding.""Not at all. The tips come in handy.”

“He's not in a very good mood," said Luke, pausing in front of a closed door. "I shut him up in Freaky Pete's office after he nearly killed half my pack with his bare hands. He wouldn't talk to me, so"—Luke shrugged—"I thought of you." He looked from Clary's baffled face to Simon's. "What?""I can't believe he came here," Clary said."I can't believe you know someone named Freaky Pete," said Simon."I know a lot of people," said Luke. "Not that Freaky Pete is strictly people, but I'm hardly one to talk.”

“[A]nything served in a Chinese restaurant is Kosher, even pork. from The Kosher Guide to Imaginary Animals ”

“Luke looked baffled"What makes you think that Valentine's change of plans had anything to do with your brother?""Because,"Clary said with grim certainity, "only Jace can piss someone off that much".”

“I have a suggestion," said Valentine to Luke, in a surprisingly even tone."Let me guess," said Luke. "It's 'Don't kill me,' isn't it?”

“Wait a second," Clary said."I never understand why people say that," Luke said, to no one in particular. "I wasn't going anywhere.”