“You've won the evolutionary lottery: You're a vampire. Let's go to Disneyland!”

“I'm going to talk to her.""And how's that going to go? You're just going to walk up to her and say, 'Hey, I know you've never seen me before, but I'm your dad. Oh, and guess what? You've won the evolutionary lottery: You're a vampire. Let's go to Disneyland!”

“Hell, any plan that added "and then we pray" is not a trip to Disneyland.”

“Vampire porn does not go out of style.”

“Bottom line? The fabric of the race's society is going to unravel, and if you think that's going to help in the war, you've got your head so far up your ass you're using your colon as a mouthpiece.”

“She was staying. A little longer.V smiled to himself. So this was what winning the lottery felt like.”

“Yeah, but going by that cold tone of voice, she had to wonder whether the best-laid plans of mice and vampires, blah, blah, blah...”