“Give 'em hell babe.”

“Death was in his eyes and hell would follow.”

“Romance is a lie that gives people an excuse to act like fools and later blame it on the one whom they had bestowed their supposed love upon.”

“If you find yourself suddenly mated to a werewolf, whatever you do, don't panic. Simply turn to Jen for assistance and she will give you a cool acronym to call him…because that's just so important.”

“Would you please just talk to me? Please?" Sally's voice was beginning to take on a high-pitched whine."Oh, good grief. For the love of healthy ears everywhere, quit your belly aching," Jen snapped, the clothes in her hands growing more wrinkled by the second. "Sally, there is nothing to talk about, okay? It is what it is."Sally threw her hands up in the air as she exhaled loudly. "No, it is not what it is, whatever the hell that means. It's a whole freaking lot more complicated than 'it is what it is.”

“Sally rolled her eyes. "Will there ever be a time that I don't have to send you two to opposite corners?""When hell freezes.""And the people there finally get that glass of ice water they've been waiting on," Jen added.Jacque reached around Sally, her fist balled. "I like that one."Jen bumped Jacque's fist and winked. "I know, right? I came up with that one just now.""Oooh, pretty and quick witted.""What can I say, wolf princess? I'm the total package.”

“Phase one, my dear, is find your inner hoochie mama.""Ahh, I get it." Sally nodded. "It's all about embracing your inner skank."Jen shook her head. "I think the air is thinner here because you two are clearly not getting enough oxygen to the brain.""Oh, come on. Give us a break. Out of all of us, you've got inner skank-embracing down to an art form," Sally told her."True, very true, Sally. I am expert on all things skank.”