“You need a new hobby, Rachel. Something other than nasty little men with visions of world domination.”

“Rachel, my itchy witch," Al said as he tugged the lace at his cuffs. "We've talked about this. You simply must stop collecting nasty little men. How many do you really need, love?”

“I’m not going anywhere with you, you little shoemaker,” I said (Rachel to Trent)”

“Rose to Rachel: You cry you get angry then you do something about it.”

“But she can't stay here. The woman needs normal, and Rachel? We aren't it.”

“Welcome home, Rachel mariana Morgan, he said, his goat-slitted eyes holding a new, dangerous light. It's a pleasure to finally meet you.”

“Rachel, Rachel, Rachel,” he said, very still and unmoving. “Always jumping to the wrong conclusion. You’re like a frog, you know.”