“Talon snorted down at Tre. “Wow. That's almost genius, Betty. Got anything else for us before we head out?” Tre reached out and shoved Talon's shoulder. “Quit calling me Betty. So what if I like to bake. I don't see you turning down my red velvet cupcakes, asshole.”

“Don't start that again. It's not my fault you don't have any masculine aprons.""That's because aprons aren't masculine, genius.""Don't make me have you for dinner, princess.""Whatever, Betty Crocker. Knock yourself out.”

“And speaking of scary things, I need to leave. My guides are fading even as we speak. (Talon)I hate when you commune with the dead in front of me. (Kyrian)Are you the asshole who sent the 'I See Dead People' T-shirt to me? (Talon)That would be Wulf. (Kyrian)”

“Call her Betty Fucking Crocker, because the cake was so going to be worth the bake.”

“Do you own anything not pink? (Talon)I have a purple razor if you’d rather. (Sunshine)Please. (Talon)(She pulled out a darker pink one.)That’s not purple. It’s pink too. (Talon)Well, that’s all I have unless you want my X-Acto blade. (Sunshine)”

“You don’t like Talon, do you? (Sunshine)Wish him dead every time I see him. (Zarek)I can’t tell if you mean that or not. (Sunshine)I mean it. (Zarek)Why? (Sunshine)He’s an asshole and I’ve had enough assholes in my life. (Zarek)”