“Since when does a dog care about what it humps? (Dev)I could go so low with that that even the gutter would envy us, but…I know what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to provoke a fight with me so that you can legally turn me away. I really, really want to give you that fight, too, but I have to see Sasha and it can’t wait. Sorry. We’ll have to hump and fight later. (Fury)”

“I still don’t see why we were fighting when you could have just kicked their asses without us. (Fury)Because I believe in giving everyone a fighting chance…until they piss me off. Bringing in reinforcements was Stryker’s mistake. (Acheron)And be glad it wasn’t yours. I know I’m thrilled it wasn’t mine. Acheron. When it absolutely, positively must be destroyed overnight. (Fury)”

“Fuck you. (Dev)Thank you so much for the offer, but while you do have a certain feminine quality in your demeanor and a remarkable head of hair that any woman would envy, you’re far too hairy for my tastes. No offense. (Fury)”

“You know, I keep having this really weird feeling that you’re going to take me someplace later and tie me up so that your friends can come laugh at me. (Channon)Does that happen to you often? (Sebastian)No, never, but this night has the makings for a Twilight Zone episode. (Channon)”

“The Daimons could, in theory, shoot you until you’re too weakened to fight them and then behead you. (Celena)Want to put a cone around my head like a dog to make sure they can’t decapitate me while we’re at it? (Rafael)”

“Technical advisor. Since you know our enemies so well, we’re going to pick your brain. (Jericho)I’ll tell you what you want to know. There's no need to torture me for it. (Asmodeus)Pick your brain is an idiomatic expression, Asmodeus. It means we’ll have you tell us things. We’re not actually going in there to mess with your head. (Delphine)Oh, thank the Source. I can’t stand it when someone opens my skull. It really hurts. (Asmodeus)”

“You can’t smell shite in this cesspit of cheap alcohol, oversprayed perfume, and animal stench. (Dare)Oh see, there you’re wrong. I live in this cesspit. Picking out the scent of shit is my specialty, and, Brother, you reek of it. So if I were you, I’d tell me what you did, or I’m going to turn you in to the Peltier bears. (Fury)”