“I know it’s a bit nosy– (Susan)A reporter being nosy? Damn, there’s something you never see. (Ravyn)”

“You know I can’t go out there. There’s daylight outside. (Ravyn)Well, that’s what happens when the big yellow ball comes up over the mountains. Amazing isn’t it? (Susan)”

“Why must every relationship I have be so damned impossible? (Ravyn)Hey now, defeatist talk from a catman like you? I’m the one who should be freaking out here. I mean, damn, you could give me fleas or something. (Susan)”

“And if I don’t want you to? (Ravyn)You know, you’d look really weird in a dress and high heels. (Susan)What’s that supposed to mean? (Ravyn)It means you’re not my mother. Now stop arguing and help me find my shoes. (Susan)”

“I mumble hocus-pocus and the next thing you know, I’m a cat. (Ravyn)I suppose it’s a step up. The last guy I had in my house could only turn into a beer-drinking pig. (Susan)”

“I’m assuming those are Daimons. (Susan)No, they’re Avon ladies. (Ravyn)”

“You know the legend. Stab them in the heart and they’ll die. (Ravyn)Call me Buffy. I’m even blond, but don’t ask me to wear a halter top. Or corset. (Susan)”