“You're about the stupidest thing on two legs.”

“No. No more surprises. No more secrets. Or so help me, I will rip off your own leg and beat you with it.”

“You're a zombie. If you're not missing body parts, you're doing it wrong!”

“I felt like crawling off and finding a way to kick myself in the rear. One twist of the leg, might not be too hard.”

“You're...very resilient, for someone who's dead." Her voice was a little steadier."And I think you're far stronger than any of us were prepared to give you credit for." I kept shooting my mouth off like an idiot, telling her things I'd been ordered not to, and she kept going with it. I was impressed, honestly.”

“Geez, woman, you're gonna dislocate my jaw.""Well, don't do that in public, you brute!""Wow." Renfield adjusted his glasses. He was sitting across the table from them with a book. "I feel so privileged, being an audience to this-""Shut up, Ren," the other two said simultaneously.”

“Besides, if you're sick, I'm on life support. As wrong as that joke is.”