“Can you keep a secret?” “Me and Tupperware, baby. We seal tight. Ain’t nothing going to get out.”

“Oh, baby, this ain’t asshole. Trust me. There’s a whole keg of asshole I haven’t even begun to tap yet.”

“No offense, but I’m getting stir-crazy. Can we please go downstairs and hang in the bar or do anything that keeps me from sitting here bored out of my mind while the three of you watch me grow eyebrow hair? I mean really, I am fine. I’m not going to spontaneously combust or do anything else freaky. Promise. (Tory)”

“Oh, by the way, is this your armor? (Grace)It is, or was. (Julian)Can we keep it? (Grace)If you like. Why? (Julian)’Cause, ooo baby, you are one hot tamale in that getup. This outfit alone will get you laid at least four or five times a day. (Grace)”

“(The baby sneezed. Wulf jumped as fire shot out of its nostrils and almost singed his leg.)Excuse me. I almost made Dark-Hunter barbecue, which would be really sad ‘cause I ain’t got no barbecue sauce with me. (Simi)”

“I’m going to go out there and wait until you two are dressed. (Tiernan)Why don’t you keep walking until you get to the other side of the front door? (Adron)”

“Baby, I ain't trash. Trash is something you throw away. My people keep me.”