“Fang shreds alot.”

“As we headed out toward the parking lot, Dan said "Why don't we take the truck? It's less conspicuous." He had a point. With Fang sitting on the back of my motorcycle in his goggles we were more likely to draw attention than divert it. YEAH, THAT'S 'CAUSE I'M SMOKIN'!”

“All he said was, "Hi," but to me, it sounded like a whole lot more. Like, I'm soooo glad to see you. Like, you are the hottest thing on two legs. Like, let's get naked together.”

“What are you?” he demanded. “A slayer?" I rolled my eyes. “The name's Val, not Buffy. Do I look like a blond cheerleader with questionable taste in men?”

“I wouldn't hit a girl, but i'd beat a bitches ass!”

“This joint is a scam”

“It was loud. It was crowded. I hate crowds. I had to make small talk with a bunch of people I don’t know, and I’m terrible at that. And some guy I’d just met wanted to do perverted things to me with noodles.”- Adrian Broussard, page 15”