“‎That makes sense," Adrian said"It does?"He glanced at me, a flicker of amusement in his eyes. "Yes, little dhampire. Sometimes you make sense. Go on.”

“Really?' [Scully said]... 'And you think that makes sense?''It does to me.' [said Mulder].'Of course it does,' she said flatly. 'Whatever was I thinking of.”

“You should dress her better, you know." "I'm not interested in putting clothes on her," Adrian called as he steered me away. "Watch it," I warned through gritted teeth, "or you might be the one with the wineglass in your face." "I'm playing a part, little dhampir. One that's going to make sure you stay out of trouble." Adrian gave me a head-to-toe assessment. "That guy was right about the clothes, though.”

“Sometimes things just don’t make sense, and sometimes they make even less sense.”

“...she wanted God to make sense. He doesn't. He will make no more sense to me than I will make sense to an ant.”

“Does this rationale make sense to you? (Syd)That’s Jack-Logic. It makes total sense. (Steele)”