“By the way--I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.”
“A halo surrounded the grim reaper nun, Sister Maria. (By the way-I like this human idea of the grim reaper. I like the scythe. It amuses me.)”
“Calm down, Braveheart." Gabriel searched through the weapons. "I'm trying to find something not quite as fatal as...a scythe? Really?"Gabriel held the wicked half-moon blade up and looked at Tristan. "What are you, the Grim Reaper?""Yes. Yes, Gabriel. I'm the Grim Reaper. You caught me. I drive around in my car full of weapons collecting souls.”
“Blow me, Grim Reaper!”
“You don't beat the grim reaper by living longer; you beat the grim reaper by living better.”
“I am not cute. I am the dreaded Grim Reaper. People fear me, you know. There's a whole song about it.”