“How many more are there like you? (Maggie)Enough to make the cast of a Cecil B. DeMille film look like a two-man opera. (Wren)”

“What would you like? (Maggie)I don’t care. I’ll eat anything not Tylenol or chocolate. (Wren)”

“Yeah, I wish I could have stayed awake long enough to see your face when I changed over. (Wren)No, you don’t. I assure you, it wasn’t pretty. (Maggie)There’s never anything about you that isn’t pretty, Maggie. You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. (Wren)”

“How do you feel? (Maggie)Like I got hit by a bus that decided to back up a few times and make sure it finished the job. I think it must have ground its tires on my ribs during the last run. You know, just in case I might actually want to breathe again in my lifetime. (Wren)”

“So what happened? (Maggie)Nothing major. It’s just a group of assholes out to kill me. (Wren)”

“I'm old enough to make you look like an embryo. [Thorn]”

“I’ve never met anyone who had a monkey for a friend before. (Maggie)I don’t know. I think those two guys you were with would qualify as primates, but then, that’s an insult to the primate and I don’t want Marvin to get pissed at me. He has higher sensibilities, you know? (Wren)”