“Why must every relationship I have be so damned impossible? (Ravyn)Hey now, defeatist talk from a catman like you? I’m the one who should be freaking out here. I mean, damn, you could give me fleas or something. (Susan)”

“I know it’s a bit nosy– (Susan)A reporter being nosy? Damn, there’s something you never see. (Ravyn)”

“I can’t believe I’m mated to someone who’s allergic to me. (Ravyn)You? I’m the one who should be having a hissy. How do I introduce you to people? Hi, this is my…what? Significant other? Mate? Pet? (Susan)”

“And if I don’t want you to? (Ravyn)You know, you’d look really weird in a dress and high heels. (Susan)What’s that supposed to mean? (Ravyn)It means you’re not my mother. Now stop arguing and help me find my shoes. (Susan)”

“And they choose our mates. (Ravyn)So what do they do? Jump here on earth, tap you on the shoulder, and say, ‘Hey, bub, marry her’? (Susan)”

“Edward: "Wait--you were trying to hit on me?"Susan: "Damn straight."Edward: "The thing is, I'm not. Straight, I mean.”