“The man speaks Southern football, now shut up.”

“Shut up, Nick. (Talon)'Shut up, Nick, heel, sit, fetch.’ Love you too, Celt. (Nick)”

“Shut up, sod off, and let me in. (Fury)”

“Ninety percent of intelligence was knowing when to shut up.’ – Cherise”

“Shut up. Asshole. (Shahara)I live for your endearments. (Syn)”

“Shut up, sit down, and read. (Tory)Please? (Acheron)You need something? (Tory)You to be polite to me, Ms. I Own The World- Now Do What I Say You Pathetic Pleb. (Acheron)You don’t strike me as the kind of guy who takes orders anyway. (Tory)Yes, but a simple please goes a long way. I’m the one doing you a favor here. (Acheron)Fine. Please sit down, shut up, and read. (Tory)”

“Well", Fang said, mimicking a thick Southern drawl. "I must say its mighty nice of them Daimons to clean up after themselves when you kill them" He held his hands up to them. "Look Ma, no mess.""Does Fang have an off switch?" Talon asked Vane.”