“Don’t, Cassandra. (Wulf)Oh, please. I just want to choke her for a few minutes. (Cassandra)”

“I’ve even delivered a few of their babies. (Wulf)Really? (Cassandra)Oh, yeah. You have to love the days before modern roads, and hospitals when I was up to my elbows in placenta. (Wulf)”

“Look at his hair. He looks like his father. (Cassandra)He has your lungs. (Wulf)Oh, please! (Cassandra)Trust me. Every Apollite here knows that my parents were unmarried at my birth, and that if you survive the night, you plan on making me a eunuch. (Wulf)”

“I’m protecting her. (Wulf)From? (Chris)Daimons. (Wulf)Big bad ones. (Cassandra)”

“You know the beauty of driving one of these? (Wulf)No. (Cassandra)You can swat a Daimon like a mosquito. (Wulf)Well, since they’re both bloodsucking insects, I say go for it. (Cassandra)”

“(Looking at their son on ultrasound.)He looks like an angel. (Cassandra)I don’t know. I think he looks like a frog or something. (Wulf)”