“Hey, T-Rex? Remind me next time I want to get smartass with you that it’s a really stupid move on my part? (Talon)Oh, no, you don’t, you wuss. You told me the next time you saw Ash you were going to ask him if he’d seen the movie 10,000 BC and if it’d made him homesick. (Wulf)”

“You know, if I were a negative person, I would be seriously annoyed right now. (Talon)You sound annoyed to me. (Wulf)No, this isn’t annoyed. This is mild perturbance. Besides, you should see these guys. ‘Hey, Gorgeous George, I think I smell a Dark-Hunter.’ ‘Oh no, Dick, don’t be a dick. There’s no Dark-Hunter here.’ ‘I dunno…’ ‘Wait, I smell tourist. Tourist with big…strong soul.’ (Talon)Would you stop? (Wulf)Talk about inkblots. (Talon)”

“And speaking of scary things, I need to leave. My guides are fading even as we speak. (Talon)I hate when you commune with the dead in front of me. (Kyrian)Are you the asshole who sent the 'I See Dead People' T-shirt to me? (Talon)That would be Wulf. (Kyrian)”

“Why do you have to make everyone hate you? (Talon)What? You want to be my friend now, Celt? If I clean up my act, will you be my buddy? (Zarek)You’re such an asshole. (Talon)Yeah, but at least I know what I am. I have no pretensions. You don’t know if you’re a Druid, a Dark-Hunter, or a playboy. You lost yourself a long time ago in the dark hole where you buried the parts of you that once made you human. (Zarek)You are lecturing me on humanity? (Talon)Ironic as hell, isn’t it? (Zarek)”

“You do know that as a small child, they actually carried me around on a pillow? I had a custom-made helmet that I had to wear until I was four. (Chris)That’s because you banged your head every time you got angry. I was afraid you were going to get brain damage from it. (Wulf)The brain is fine. It’s my ego and social life in the toilet. I shudder at what you’re going to do to the kid. (Chris dropped his voice and imitated Wulf’s lilting Norse accent.) Don’t move, you might get bruised. Oops, a sneeze, better call in specialists from Belgium. Headache? Odin forbid, it might be a tumor. Quick, rush him for a CAT scan. (Chris)”

“Has Wulf explained his little problem to you?"Cassandra's eyes widened as she tried to think of what 'little' problem Wulf could possibly have.Unconsciously, her gaze dropped to his groin."Hey!" Wulf snapped. "That has never been my problem. That's his problem.""Bullshit!" Chris snapped. "I haven't got any problems there either. My only problem is you yenting at me all the time to get laid."Oh, Cassandra really didn't want to go where this conversation was leading. It was way too much information about both men.”

“I can’t believe you were going to call me a liar and take my place under the guillotine. Next time I try to save you, woman, you better stay saved. (Fury)”