“It 's the time of year when Canadians mate.”

“Mate after mate we find ourselves trying to adapt to who they want us to be till eventually we lose our true identity. We spend countless years learning each mate but never take the time to learn ourselves. In the end we know our mates better than we know ourselves. If and when the mate walks away we are stuck living with a stranger, ourselves. If u can't find comfort in urself how can anyone else find comfort in u?”

“Why do I get the feeling that if you give me a hard time, I'll tell all of our year-mates your family nickname is Meathead?”

“I stared. "Canadian Satanists? You're sending me to a group of Canadian Satanists?”

“I wonder when you stopped telling me everything Yuki.In ten years,that`s the only thing that has ever changed.”

“I wasn't sure how it looked on paper when a crew of costumed oddballs took on Canadian meth dealers.”