“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)”

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

“I can’t believe I’m mated to someone who’s allergic to me. (Ravyn)You? I’m the one who should be having a hissy. How do I introduce you to people? Hi, this is my…what? Significant other? Mate? Pet? (Susan)”

“Look, I don’t want to stand here and watch you commune with ‘other.’ It’s been a long night, my brain is fried and my emotions shot. You can stay here and do your hocus-pocus cat prowl, looking for your invisible friends all you want. I’m going to head off to my media room and veg. (Danger) If you need me, call. (Alexion) Yeah, I’ll just do that when I need the great big, hulking he-man to charge in and save my weak, girly butt. (Danger)”

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

“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)”