“I just love the gifts you bring me for lunch. Other girls get diamonds. Me? I get mayhem and blood – and all before noon. Thanks, Tate. (Simone)”

“Want to come back to the morgue with me after lunch? (Tate)I shudder at the thought of the pickup line you must have used the night you met LaShonda. Come with me, baby, and see my collection of stiffs. (Simone)”

“Simon nodded. “You need your beauty sleep.”“Do I?” I said coolly.“I didn’t mean,” Simon stuttered. “I meant…you’re a girl and all.”“Thanks for telling me,”

“Open the damn present, Sky. I know you hate getting gifts, but I love giving them, so stop being a depressing bitch and open it and love it and hug me and thank me.”

“But for the last couple of weeks I’ve had this bizarre sensation that something is watching me. (Simone)You mean someONE, right? (Tate)I know it sounds crazy – (Simone)I just had a body walk off the table mid-autopsy and you think your story is nuts? (Tate)”

“I loved you long before you loved me. It's the only thing I have you beat at, and I'll bring it up every chance I get.”