“Why does everyone worship them? I mean, they're beautiful but..." I shrugged. "Lots of people in this world are beautiful.""They're popular because they're cheerleaders," he said.I rolled my eyes. "What is it with this town and cheerleaders?”

“So their cheerleaders are ugly, their football players are wimps, and they're our archrivals because why?”

“They're called 'facts', and my role is to amplify those, not cheerlead. And I don't care at all what you think of my motives.”

“My god, Sage. Your eyes. How have I never noticed them? When you stand in the light. They're amazing... like molten gold. I could paint those... They're beautiful. You're beautiful.”

“What are you?” he demanded. “A slayer?" I rolled my eyes. “The name's Val, not Buffy. Do I look like a blond cheerleader with questionable taste in men?”

“Why is it that beautiful women never seem to have curiosity? Is it because they know they're classical? With classical things the Lord finished the job. Ordinary ugly people know they're deficient and they go on looking for the pieces.”