“And even if we were hunting vampires, what the hell is the Silly Putty for?”

“There is a crucifix, a few cloves of garlic, a wooden stake, a hammer, a blob of Silly Putty, and a pocketknife. “You do realize these people aren’t vampires, right?” I say when Sam walks back in. “Yeah, but you never know. They’re probably crazy, like you said.” “And even if we were hunting vampires, what the hell is the Silly Putty for?” He shrugs. “Just want to be prepared.”

“In the beginning we were a group of nine.Three are gone, dead.There are six of us left.They are hunting us, and they won't stop until they've killed us all.I am Number Four.I know that I am next.”

“I know what I'm capable of; I am a soldier now, a warrior. I am someone to fear, not hunt.”

“I guess I had this silly notion that things would be different now, since I was different.”

“There were hugs. There were words said by each of them. I don't remember what they were. Nothing haunts me more.”

“You guys are ridiculous," he says, retreating back to the kitchen. "Your flirting just scared the hell out of me." "Scared the hell out of me too.”