“We doing a traffic stop?""Yeah. I have a reasonable suspicion that we're witnessing a violation of the law.""Which law?""I'll decide later.”

“How...how are you doing, Jace?'Holding on. Just barely. Charlie?'Charlie's tone is almost conversational. 'Kind of getting the urge to kill both of you. Think I'm gonna head back.'Sure, okay, no problem.'Yeah, yeah, good idea. You do that.”

“Yeah? Feels like we just traded one set of rumors for another. We still have no idea where he is, what his plans are, or even what he looks like."Patience, dear girl, patience."Easy for you to say. You're immortal.”

“I don't do romance, in the same way I don't do heroin Russian roulette, or nude alligator wrestling. I consider all of the above self-destructive, and demeaning and these are things up with which I will not put.”

“I don't care if we're on our way to look at the dismembered corpse of the pope, I want coffee.”

“You can't do that kind of thing normally, but normal dumped without a note nearly a month ago. These days, I'll happily set fire to a bridge the second after I've crossed it - I don't plan on being around for the consequences to catch up with me.”

“What happens if I try to run?” I ask as the doors close. (jace)“I’ll stop you.” (charlie)“You don’t look too quick.” (jace)“You’d be surprised.” (charlie) “I hate surprises.” (jace)“Then don’t run. (charlie)”