“I beg your pardon. I’m not gross. (Simone)Grody to the max. Gag me with a spoon. I’ve seen you in the mornings. You’re not exactly well coiffed. (Jesse)”

“I beg your pardon; one knows exactly what to think.”

“Ectoplasmic plane? What the devil is that? (Simone)It’s jargon from those of us who are corporeally challenged. It’s the great beyond where we bounce into each other like floundering atoms. It’s really kind of gross – which is why I hang out with you. But only because you’re less gross than they are. (Jesse)”

“I beg your pardon," I said. "But you do intend to eat me?”

“I know you’re going to find this hard to believe, but for some reason I don’t understand, I actually like you…most of the time. (Simone)Well, you also love Jesse. Obviously your taste in men leaves a lot to be desired. (Xypher)”

“Begging your pardon, sir, but you’re crazy enough to be a Wraith.""Until you’ve crewed with me for a few years, kid, you have no idea what ‘crazy’ means.”