“Did you come out of the womb a dickhead or develop that jockstrap personality on your own? (Hunter)”

“What’s got your jockstrap in a wad? (Abbie)”

“Fine. You win. I quit. You two deal with this. I’m going home. Packing up all my personal items, and when you, Caleb, end up dead because the coach has your jockstrap or something else I didn’t steal but someone else did, don’t call me. I’m done and I’m going to hide in a bunker until all of this is over with.” – Nick“I hate you, Nick.” – Caleb“Feels mutual, Demon.” – Nick”

“After all these years of listening to you rant about Prince Dickhead, I want to meet him for myself. (Francesca)Fine, but remember to avert your gaze from his. He'll suck the goodness right out of the marrow of your bones and leave you as morally bankrupt as he is. (Esperetta)”

“Ah, those were the days…The Dark-Hunters hunted us, we slaughtered them. We made our homes in underground catacombs and crypts where the Hunters couldn’t go without getting possessed. It was an interesting time to be Apollite or Daimon. But that was before we discovered civilization and modern conveniences. Before the human world developed enough to where we could exist at night under the pretense of being one of them. Apollites owning businesses and houses. Daimons playing Nintendo. What is this world coming to? (Thanatos)”

“Surprise, dickhead, Mama forgot to tell you a few things about me. (Zarek)”

“Hurt her and you’ll meet me in hell. I’ll be the one tying your dick in a knot. You’ll be the one bleeding out your eyeballs. (Hunter)”