“Fine, but I’m not ripping the head off a voodoo chicken or drinking anything disgusting. (Grace)”

“I do have some leftover chicken and pasta. (Grace)And wine?...That’s acceptable (Julian)Look, buster, I’m not your cooking wench. Mess with me and I’ll feed you Alpo. (Grace)”

“I’m an Aristos. I don’t think you want to tangle with me. (Angelia)Like I give a shit. I’m a god, baby, so in the grand scheme of things, if I wanted to rip your head off and use it for a bowling ball, there’s not many who could stop me and most of those who could would be too afraid of me to even try. (Zarek)”

“You okay? (Grace)Oh, yeah. I’m just fine considering the fact I’ve walked through burning fires that hurt less than my groin does right now. (Julian)I said I was sorry. Okay, can you reach the pedals? (Grace)I’d like to reach your pedals…(Julian)Julian! Would you concentrate? (Grace)All right. I’m concentrating. (Julian)I don’t mean on my breasts. (He dropped his hungry gaze to her lap.) Or there, either. (Grace)”

“Or more precisely, is there anything I can do for you, ma’am? (Waiter)‘How about a bag for my head, or a stick to beat Lanie with?’ (Grace)”

“So if the punks come here, they’re going to dance with the devil and get the short end of the horn. (Zarek)No one better than my Zarek to rip someone’s head off. You two should get along famously. (Astrid)”

“They’re lucky I didn’t rip their arms off for touching her. (Devyn)”