“Great, I'm dating the ungay. Is that like the undead?”
“I, Anita Blake, scourge of the undead-the human with more vampire kills than any other vampire executioner in the country-was dating a vampire. It was poetically ironic.”
“I may believe I'm not up to snuff, but Jill? Jill thinks I can date the Great Gatsby.”
“He was like an undead boomerang. A zomberang.”
“Mom. I have something to tell you. I’m undead. Now, I know you may have some preconceived notions about the undead. I know you may not be comfortable with the idea of me being undead. But I’m here to tell you that undead are just like you and me … well, okay. Possibly more like me than you.”
“I'm winning a date with you. Granted, it's the frigging lamest date on earth, but I'm winning it anyway.”