“You smell of other peoples blood, ma petite. It was no one you know. -Jean Claude and Anita”

“No 'Good evening, Jean-Claude, how are you doing?' Just down to business. How terribly rude,ma petite ."- Jean-Claude”

“Nothing is certain, ma petite, not even death."- Jean-Claude”

“I am always sincere, ma petite, even when I lie." - Jean Claude”

“Why is everything always my decision?" I asked.Because you will not tolerate anything else."Oh, I remembered now. "Great", I whispered.- Anita to Jean-Claude”

“It is the wee hours of the morning, ma petite. The room service menu is somewhat limited. Jason has donated blood twice to me tonight; he needed protein." Jean-Claude smiled. "It was either take-out, or he could eat Larry. I thought you'd prefer take-out.”

“Oh, ma petite, you are growing gargantuan."I looked at him and it was not a friendly look. "Never tease a woman about her weight, Jean-Claude. At least not an American twentieth-century one."He Spread his hands wide. "My deepest apologies.""When you apologize, try not to smile at the same time. It ruins the effect.”