“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)”

“You can learn more by going to the opera than you ever can by reading Emerson. Like that there are two sexes.”

“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)”