“We're clear," she said. "You're kind of a psycho. I get that”
“Clearly," said Arthur,"you're an idiot- but you're our kind of idiot. Come on.”
“You're sure? I thought I heard someone.""Nope, not a soul," Blake said. "Get it. Soul. Because we're in a church.”
“Nick - Psycho-ass? You're bringing psycho-ass back?Zarek - That's Mister Psycho-ass to you, punk.”
“I'm just messing with you guys. I like seeing psycho chick get all intense." He glances at me, lowers his voice. "I mean that as a compliment--because, you know"--he waves a haphazard hand in my direction--"psycho kind of works for you.”
“She swallowed it. So bitter."Vile," she said. "Vile.""I know, but it helps. Trust me. I know.""Trust you," she said. "Hah.""Clearly you are not dying.""No. Devil won't take me."The low chuckle again. "Then we're all safe.”