“Want a closer look? (Tate)Like a screwdriver through my eye socket. Sure, let’s have a look-see. (Simone)Ooo, welcome back, Ms. Snark. I’ve missed you. (Tate)”

“Are you sure it’s not one of the ghosts you see eyeballing you? (Tate)No. They’re never this subtle. They usually pop in, like ‘yo, she-bitch, do my bidding.’ This…this is something else. (Simone)”

“Want to come back to the morgue with me after lunch? (Tate)I shudder at the thought of the pickup line you must have used the night you met LaShonda. Come with me, baby, and see my collection of stiffs. (Simone)”

“But for the last couple of weeks I’ve had this bizarre sensation that something is watching me. (Simone)You mean someONE, right? (Tate)I know it sounds crazy – (Simone)I just had a body walk off the table mid-autopsy and you think your story is nuts? (Tate)”

“That’s what I want you to tell me. See, I deal with…well, most days, bizarre paranormal crap. You are Queen Weird. I need the queen on this before I have to start hiring a new staff of medical examiners who don’t freak out when the dead move off their tables. You know where I can find some of these unusual people? I know you hang out with them. (Tate)Thanks, Tate. I always look forward to these ego-bolstering pep talks of ours. (Simone)”

“But I have a gut feeling on this and it’s not the oh-look-it’s-a-bright-shiny-world kind. (Tate)”

“Have you ever wanted to put your head in a blender and turn on the liquefy switch? (Tate)”