“Stop it. This is serious! (Selena)Serious? Please. I’m standing out here on my twenty-ninth birthday, barefoot and in jeans my mother would burn, holding a stupid book to my chest in an effort to summon a Greek love-slave from the great beyond. (Grace)”

“You know, my whole life I’ve taken pride in the fact that I’m Greek. But I have to say that after you and Artemis, I’m seriously beginning to hate some of my heritage. Is it congenital or is there something else that has made you such a bitch? (Tory)”

“If I said I wouldn’t toss him out of my bed for eating crackers, would you leave me alone? (Grace)Maybe. What else wouldn’t you toss him out of bed for? (Selena)Eating greasy grimy gopher guts? (Grace)”

“Don’t touch me. It makes my skin crawl. (Grace)Grace! I can’t believe you– (Selena)At least she didn’t spit in my face with her dying breath. (Julian)They shoot, they score. A direct hit straight through the heart and into the raw nerves. (Selena)”

“I’m not ogling him for myself. I’m ogling him for you. It was, after all, your sex life we were discussing. (Selena)Well, my sex life is just hunky-dory, and not the business of the people in this restaurant. (Grace)”

“You wanted me to get a job. Well, that’s their job-screening. I kill him, or he kills me. Winner gets the job. (Steele)You’re kidding. (Syd)Absolutely. I’m not the least bit serious. All of this is one big hallucination. And I’m not sitting over here bleeding to death. But hey, since it’s a hallucination, could you please make my arm stop throbbing because right now it hurts like hell. (Steele)”

“Don’t cry for me, Grace. I’m not worth it. (Julian)Yes you are! (Grace)You are my saving Grace. Without you, I would never have known love. And I would never have known me again. (Julian)”