“It’s a Belgian beer, sweetie. Please tell me you’ve at least heard of it. (Blaine)Boy, I was born in Brussels and the last time I checked, this was my new homeland, America, not my birthplace. So you can either order an American-made beer or I’ll bring you water and you can sit there and act all superior until you puke, okay? (Aimee)”

“Looks like I’ll be the one babysitting you all. (Jericho)It’s okay, sweetie. I make a mean Band-aid. (Delphine)”

“Bring mine unopened, with a napkin and an opener. (Blaine)What? Afraid I’m going to spit in it, big boy? (Aimee)”

“I hate you! (Artemis)Oh, please don’t get my hopes up. You almost gave me a hard-on with that thought. At least tell me this time your hatred will last more than five minutes. (Acheron)”

“Does your manager know that you talk to your customers like this? (Blaine)If you’d like to talk to my mother, who owns this bar, my overindulgent brother, who manages it, or my father, who delights in kicking everyone’s ass around, about your treatment by me, just let me know and I’ll be more than happy to go get one of them for you. I know they’d just love to waste their time dealing with you. They’re real understanding that way. (Aimee)”

“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)”

“You look pretty unscarred. (Sin)Boy, you better be glad you’re stunning when you’re naked or I’d skin you for that. I’ve been through hell this week because of you. Do you think I wanted to come crawling back here only to have you tell me to get lost again? I know it’s hard for you to believe, but I do have my pride, and you’ve kicked it for the last time. (Kat)You missed me? (Sin)”