“Don't cross me Scooby-Doo. I'm not an old man in a mask waiting to be thwarted by you meddling kids.”

“Wake up, Sleeping Beauty," Jace said softly from my right."Call me that again, and I'll tell the whole Pride you sleep in Scooby-Doo underwear." "I don't sleep in Scooby-Doo underwear. Hell, I don't sleep in any underwear.”

“Because that's the thing about Scooby-Doo: the bad guys in every episode aren't monsters, they're liars... The very first rule of Scooby-Doo, the single premise that sits at the heart of their adventures, is that the world is full of grown-ups who lie to kids, and that it's up to those kids to figure out what those lies are and call them on it, even if there are other adults who believe those lies with every fiber of their being.”

“Damn, are these Scooby Doo?"She giggled. "I wasn't expecting company, and I have a slight obsession from growing up with the old cartoon.""They almost killed my hard on."She slid her hand between them and then quirked her eyebrows. "Seems fine to me.”

“That’s a pretty lame superhero name,” I told him.“Scooby-Doo is already taken,” he said with dignity. “Anything else sounds lame in comparison.”

“I'm a lesbian and I'd rather you bully me than a thirteen-year-old kid.”