“You know, lieutenant, you wear your weapon the way other women wear pearls.""It's not a fashion accessory.”

“Something your father wouldn't have told you, he began. Taking blood, it leaves a mark on you. No matter how it's done, or how it's justified, it leaves a mark that goes in deep. Be sure you're willing to wear that mark before you take the blood.”

“Drop the fucking weapon, you fucking motherfucker or I'll fucking scramble your fucking brains. Hands up! Hands where I can fucking see them, you fucking cocksucker. You fucking breathe wrong, you fucking blink wrong, and I will fuck you up.Fucker." Jacobsen snarled it as he shoved Marcell to the ground. "On your fucking face, you fucking shit coward. Stream my lieutenant in the fucking back? Fuck you.”

“Eve: Anyway, thanks for riding to the rescue. You need a white hat. Good guys wear white, right?Roarke: I look better in black.”

“What about your crepe?""Stuff It.""She's crazy about you," Mavis commented."It's almost embarrassing, the way she fawns.”

“It's an exceptional thing to have someone in your life who knows and understands you so well. Who loves who you are. A very exceptional thing.”

“Bite me." -Lieutenant Eve Dallas, from any of the In Death books.”