“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)”

“Yes, you are nosy. You're a dreadfully nosy, horribly bossy, appallingly clean old woman. Control yourself. You're victimizing us all.”

“I’m a nosy old woman, it’s a perk of getting old. You can be annoying and people just call you eccentric.”