“Do your thing, Ms. Lane. you might be criminally young, but the night is not.”

“Walk out of this with your parents, the stones, and Darroc dead, Ms. Lane, and I‘ll give you the bloody thing.”

“Yes, I have loved, Ms. Lane, and although it's none of your business, I have lost. Many things.”

“What the bloody hell are you, Ms. Lane?”

“Last night you said you wanted to know what to expect so you could better select your attire. I told you we were going to visit a vampire in a Goth-den tonight. Why, then, Ms. Lane, do you look like a perky rainbow?”

“You've mistaken me for someone else. Do not wait on me, Ms. Lane. Do not construct your world around mine. I'm not that man.""Screw you, Barrons.""I'm not that man, either.”

“You, Ms. Lane, are a menace to others! A walking, talking catastrophe in pink!”