“You can’t smell shite in this cesspit of cheap alcohol, oversprayed perfume, and animal stench. (Dare)Oh see, there you’re wrong. I live in this cesspit. Picking out the scent of shit is my specialty, and, Brother, you reek of it. So if I were you, I’d tell me what you did, or I’m going to turn you in to the Peltier bears. (Fury)”

“Why do you need to see him? (Remi)Wolf business, and the last time I sniffed, which I’m trying real hard not to do ‘cause the stench of you assholes is rough on my heightened sense of smell, you’re a bear. Grab his hide and send it over. (Fury)”

“I said, I know why you’re afraid to fight with me.”"And why is that?” If he flexed again, I’d have to implement emergency measures. Maybe I could kick some sand at him or something. Hard to look hot brushing sand out of your eyes."You want me.”Oh boy."You can’t resist my subtle charm, so you’re afraid you’re going to make a spectacle out of yourself.”"You know what? Don’t talk to me.”

“You didn’t think I’d let you go alone, did you?”“No, but I’m grateful that I had you with me.”“Grateful is all I’m going to get, isn’t it?”“What else were you hoping for?”“Adoration, devotion, affection, infatuation, or just plain finding me irresistible.”“Sorry, Don Juan. You’ll have to live with my undying gratitude.”

“I’m just doing a favor for my brother. (Fury)That’s what I told myself, too. But the problem with family, they get you into shit and then abandon you to it. Or worse, get themselves killed off. (Sasha)”

“If I’d known you were such a lush, I’d have given you the cheap stuff. Going to go out with a bang, are you?”