“Shame about how we’re gonna die here, though. I mean, seriously. An Araband a half-Jew enter a store in Tennessee. It’s the beginning of a joke, and the punch line is “sodomy’’.”

“You've got to face facts and the fact is life is a joke, a fucking bad joke, or, no, a bad fucking joke. There's no point taking it seriously because whatever happens, and I mean whatever the fuck, the punch line is the same: you go out horizontally. You see the point? No fucking point.”

“If they were the jokes, I was the punch line.”

“A cute girl, a pissed off Were-spider, and an occult boulnty hunter carrying a small arsenal walk into a bar...I bet this joke was gonna have one helluva punch line.”

“Life is a cruel, horrible joke and I am the punch line.”

“The thing I was beginning to figure out about Sam and Grace, the thing about Sam not being able to function without her, was that that sort of love only worked when you were sure both people would always be around for each other. If one half of the equation left, or died, or was slightly less perfect in their love, it became the most tragic, pathetic story invented, laughable in its absurdity. Without Grace, Sam was a joke without a punch line.”