“He flipped the channel to another view of the scorpions swarming over a road downtown toward people who were screaming and running to get away from them.’ “Welcome to the apocalypse. Ain’t she pretty?” – Sundown”

“Sorry. My medium powers are on the fritz, and I can’t channel spirits or bells right now. I’ll get them worked on later. For–” – Sundown“Shh. The wasps are talking to someone. I hear them so clearly.” – Abigail‘Okay, time to get someone to a psych ward.’ – Sundown”

“Settle down, pup. I ain’t had my caffeine yet.” – Sundown”

“Speaking of friends…why did our new coyote buddies run from you?” – Sundown“I’m that badass.” – Sasha “Seriously.” – Sundown“O ye of little faith. You doubt my rep? My skills?” – Sasha“And your brains.” – Sundown”

“And my mama drowned the dumb ones. I hear everything you’re saying. There’s a group of Buffys thinking we’re the bad guys. Ain’t my first rodeo, pup. It’s been happening so long, they were called Helsings long before your daddy was a gleam in your granddaddy’s eyes. Thank you, Hollywood and Stoker for that. Not like being undead didn’t suck before. They just made it worse for us by cluing the rest of the world in that we exist. Now every goth with a thirst for immortality is cruising for us, begging us to bite them, and turn them. Did I ever tell you about that time when–” – Sundown “Sundown! I–” – Andy“You need to check that tone, boy. Remember, I used to kill people for a living, and I ain’t been up long enough to have much tolerance right about now. Knock it down a notch before I forget that I’m supposed to actually like you.” – Sundown”

“Check on Ren.” – Sundown“In the electricity cube? What kind of psycho are you?” – Sasha“Sasha…” – Sundown“Fine. I get shocked, you better start checking shoes before you put them on.” – Sasha”

“You’re right, pup. So I’ll be sending you over to the Ishtar for sin to babysit until I get back. That’ll make sure nothing bad happens to you.” ‘Now, that was a nice shade of indignation mottling the boy’s skin. Quite impressive, really. If he were a tea kettle, he’d be whistling like a train.’ – Sundown”