“Phury was the only other possibility, but he was a celibate with a broken frickin' heart. Not really man-whore material.”

“The Reverend grinned, his fangs flashing. "You know, I've heard this rumor… about a member of the Brotherhood who's celibate. Yeah, go figure, a warrior who abstains. And I've heard a few other things about this male. He's down to one leg. Has a scarred sociopath for a twin. You wouldn't by any chance know of such a Brother?" Phury shook his head. "Nope.”

“Her bra was cotton and white and, bless its little frickin´ heart, had a front clasp.”

“Life is too frickin' crazy sometimes, it really is.... You never know what's going to happen, do you.”

“I'll call you," Manny said."You do that, my man. You frickin' do that."-Manny to V”

“Love was worth sacrificing for, he thought as he left his room. Even if it wasn't yours.-Phury's thoughts”

“I'm an angel not a frickin' saint.”