“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)”

“I don’t like being threatened, lied to, or manipulated. You’d do well to remember that. (Simone)Or what? You’re going to snivel at me? (Xypher)”

“I am about to impart to you the sacred words my father gave to me. It’s the five responses that will get you out of any female problem…I don’t know what you’re talking about. I didn’t do it. Baby, there’s no one else in my world but you. Oops. And Jesus is Lord. Not to mention you can combine them. Such as – I don’t know what you’re talking about, I didn’t do it, or Jesus is Lord, baby, you know there’s no one else in my world but you. (Jesse)(Simone opens the bathroom door.)Oops, Jesus is Lord. (Xypher)”

“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)”

“Did you do that? (Simone)Sometimes my powers work. Sometimes they don’t. Looks like this time they did. Yea, us. (Xypher)”

“Yeah, I understand better than you can ever imagine. I know exactly what it’s like to want something so bad, you can taste it and to have to watch as it voluntarily goes to someone else and then wish them both the best and try to mean it. I know the bitter taste of gall as they dir down at your table and you have to smile while inside you die every time they touch or exchange love-saturated glances. Don’t talk to me about torment, Jess. I wrote the fucking book on it.” – Ren”

“How do you know about Boy George? (Jesse)I was in hell, Jesse. What do you think they used to torture me with? Bad pop songs. (Xypher)”