“Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.”Chat. British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you.”
“Mice are terribly chatty. They will chat about anything, and if there is nothing to chat about, they will chat about having nothing to chat about. Compared to mice, robins are reserved.”
“And this was your friend?" Cordelia raised her eyebrows. "Seems to me the only difference between your friends and your enemies is how long the stand around chatting before they shoot you.”
“Tous les chats sont mortels. Socrate est mortel. Donc Socrate est un chat.”
“Hey dickhead, you should know something. You attack my brother, you really piss me off. (Vane)Hot damn, Daimon food. Hey Vane, you want the white meat or dark? (Fang)How about I grab one leg, you grab the other and we make a wish and pull? (Vane)”
“Sorry I'm not here to chat, but tell me something fabulous anyway.”