“Life is precious, fragile, fleeting - and Murphy's life was one of my favorites.”

“Murphy, you rock! Go team Dresden!""Hey, I'm the one who rocks... Go team Murphy.”

“And they have a problem with Dresden, I take it?" Murphy asked."Wanna kill him or something. I don't know," Thomas said, nodding. "They tried it on Jet Skis earlier today.""Roger Moore Bond villains?" Murphy asked, her tone derisive. "Seriously?""Be silent, mortal cow," snarled one of the Sidhe. Murphy tracked her eyes calmly over to that one, and she nodded once, as if memorizing something. "Yeah, okay. You.”

“Where is your unit?" Murphy asked.I wiggled my eyebrows at her. "Right where it's always been, dollface.”

“Pansy," Murphy sneered.Thomas leered at her. "You make my stamen tingle when you talk like that, Sergeant.”

“If you make some comment even obliquely alluding to menstruation or menopause and its effect on my judgment," Murphy interrupted, "I will break your arm in eleven places.”

“Stop," Kincaid said in a calm voice. "Unclench.""Unclench what?" Murphy demanded."Unclench your ass.""Excuse me?""You're going to trip the beam. You need another quarter inch. Relax.""I am relaxed," Murphy growled."Oh," Kincaid said. "Damn, great ass then.”