“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’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)”

“Oh, baby, don’t ask me that question. I know exactly who and what I am…and more to the point, what I’m capable of. How dare you bring your prissy little ass into one of my clubs and pull this shit. You’re lucky you’re still breathing. (Savitar)”

“Since when does a dog care about what it humps? (Dev)I could go so low with that that even the gutter would envy us, but…I know what you’re trying to do. You’re trying to provoke a fight with me so that you can legally turn me away. I really, really want to give you that fight, too, but I have to see Sasha and it can’t wait. Sorry. We’ll have to hump and fight later. (Fury)”

“I think I’m going to barf a hairball.” – Sasha“You can’t. You’re canine.” – Sundown“Tell that to the hairball in my stomach.” – Sasha”

“I can’t believe you were going to call me a liar and take my place under the guillotine. Next time I try to save you, woman, you better stay saved. (Fury)”