“What? Had a dry spell of killing people lately? (Susan)As a matter of fact, yes. If it doesn’t end soon, I might get out of practice. (Otto)”

“Yes, and for the record, he thinks you’re insane, too. (Otto)Oh, goodie. But I guess that’s only fair since I think he’s psychotic. (Susan)”

“I guess in the end, it doesn’t matter what we wanted. What matters is what we chose to do with the things we had.”

“Justice might well prevail in the end, but ordinary people like me had no guarantee of surviving that long. We might get killed on the whim of some serial killer first.”

“I wonder what disgusts you more, the fact that I’m a demon, or the fact that when I touch you, it doesn’t matter.”

“We’ve come to kill Zarek of Moesia, and if you get in our way, little girl, we’re going to kill you. (Otto)I’ll be damned. He speaks. Or rather growls. (Jess)But not for long if he doesn’t watch his mouth. For the record, Squire, it would take more man than you to even scratch me. (Syra)I live for a woman who scratches. Just make sure you keep it on the back, baby. I don’t like scars. (Otto)”