“You greet everyone this way?” – Abigail “No. I’m usually very nice. But you…you have no idea how much effort it’s taking for me to kill you where you stand.” – Andy”

“You must be Andy.” – Abigail “Yeah, and if you hurt Jess, so help me, I will hunt you down to the farthest corner of hell and make you wish to God you’d never breathed air.” – Andy”

“Now what other evil powers do you have that I should know about?” – Abigail “I can roll my tongue.” – Sundown“I’m serious, Jess.” – Abigail“So am I. Not everyone can do it. It’s a genetic thing, you know.” – Sundown”

“I have a mistress. Now is the part where I have to tell you I have a mistress and you stop liking me. If you liked me to begin with. I have a pretty, young, very young mistress, and her name is Andie.”

“It’s killing me, baby,” he says, his voice much more calm and quiet. “It’s killing me because I don’t want you to go another day without knowing how I feel about you. And I’m not ready to tell you I’m in love with you, because I’m not. Not yet. But whatever this is I’m feeling—it’s so much more than just like. It’s so much more. And for the past few weeks I’ve been trying to figure it out. I’ve been trying to figure out why there isn’t some other word to describe it. I want to tell you exactly how I feel but there isn’t a single goddamned word in the entire dictionary that can describe this point between liking you and loving you, but I need that word. I need it because I need you to hear me say it.”

“Be nice to everyone you meet...but always have a plan to kill them.”