“Hey, Rhubarb, we may need to rethink our approach.”“No, we don’t.”“I’ve only got one hand here, kiddo. Maybe if I grab the middle-”“If you grab the middle, it’ll be the last thing that hand ever does!”He pondered that as if it explained something. “So I’m guessing then you don’t get a lot of company down here.”“Bobby, so help me, I will rip your arm off and beat you with it, do you hear me?”“Okay, geez. Let me just get a look—” He picked her skirt up and pulled it over his head.“Bobby!” She was actually too mortified to even scream so it came out like a squeak from a dying rat.“Dammit, there’s no light under here, can’t see a thing.”Thank God for small blessings. “Get out of there!”“Tell you what, how about you use your spare hand and I use mine on either side of your hips and we yank together.”

“Look honey, I ain’t buying what you’re selling so get out!”“You prefer to be lying here or in the morgue?! Things got outta hand last night but at least you’re alive! If we wanted you dead, don’t you think I would have drained you by now, or dragged you outta here! We are trying to help you!”“And I’m sure Jaws was just trying to help Quint! Get out!”

“You get that one chance; and damn it, you’ve got to take it! If there’s one lesson I know I will take with me for eternity, its that there are those things that might happen only once, those chances that come walking down the street, strolling out of a café; if you don’t let go and take them, they really could get away! We can get so washed out with a mindset of entitlement– the universe will do everything for us to ensure our happiness– that we forget why we came here! We came here to grab, to take, to give, to have! Not to wait! Nobody came here to wait! So, what makes anyone think that destiny will keep on knocking over and over again? It could, but what if it doesn’t? You go and you take the chance that you get; even if it makes you look stupid, insane, or whorish! Because it just might not come back again. You could wait a lifetime to see if it will...but I don’t think you should.”

“I want to get you out of here.""Don't you mean you want me to get you out of here?"He took my hand—yeah, my hand again. I was liking this. A lot. "No, I mean I want to get you out. This shouldn't be your life. You deserve a lot more. Like a locker.""And a driver's license?""Let's not get carried away.”

“She waves her big spoon. “You can get me that orb-weaver spider from the corner over there.”“Yes, ma’am.”“Don’t you kill it! I need it alive.”“Can I have a jar to catch it with?”“No. Use your hands.”“Why?”“The recipe says so.”Jason arches an eyebrow. “Can I see that?”“Who is the witch here? Me.” She swats him on the arm with her wooden spoon.“Okay, okay.” With a sigh, he heads toward a dark corner.She turns on me and raises her spoon.”

“Wait, wait, wait. Are you telling me they stick you out here where there are no Daimons and you don’t have a weak spot? What kind of shit is that? I live in Daimon Central with one hell of an Achilles’ heel that no one ever bothered to mention, and you live where there’s no danger to you and yet you don’t have one? What’s not fair with this picture? And then Ash asks me to come up here to save your ass and here we are dropping like flies while you’re Teflon. No, I have a problem with this. I love you, man, but dayam. This just ain’t right. I’m up here freezing my balls off, and you, you don’t need protection. Meanwhile I have a bull’s-eye on my arm that says, ‘Hey, Daimon on steroids, kill me right here.’ Do you realize, I put my keys in my mouth to pull out my wallet to pay for gas and they froze there? The last thing I want to do is die up here in this godforsaken place at the hands of some freaked-out something no one has ever heard of before except for Guido the Killer Squire from Jersey? I swear I want someone’s ass for this. (Jess)”