“We may not be all that bright, Jace said, but at least we are alive.”

“You invited him into bed?" Simon demanded, looking shaken. "Ridiculous, isn't it?" said Jace. "We would never have all fit.”

“Jace: "I guess we better move the trash. We can start with the Dumpster," looking unenthusiastic.Clary: "You'd rather face a ravening horde of demons, wouldn't you?"Jace: "At least they wouldn't be crawling with maggots. Well, not most of them, anyway. There was this one demon, once, that I tracked down to the sewers under Grand Central--"Clary: "Don't. I'm not really in the mood right now."Jace: "That's got to be the first time a girl's ever said that to me."Clary: "Stick with me and it won't be the last.”

“We have a name," said Jace. "Magnes B-""Shut up." Alec hissed, thwacking Jace with his closed menu. Jace looked injured."Jesus," he rubbed his arm. "What's your problem?”

“Investigation?" Isabelle laughed. "Now we're detectives? Maybe we should all have code names.""Good idea," said Jace. "I shall be Baron Hotschaft Von Hugenstein.”

“No," Jace agreed. "We don't fly. We break and enter.”

“Well, at least you know it works this time," she said, getting on behind him. "If we crash into the parking lot of a Key Food, I'll kill you, you know that?""Don't be ridiculous," said Jace. "There are no parking lots on the Upper East Side. Why drive when you can get your groceries delivered?”