“Yeah, well, Tinkerbell comes near me; she's gettin' both barrels and no clapping!”

“Well, what do you want me to do? Head butt my way through a few inches of steel?!” she snarled.“Well, that would certainly earn you a cookie!”

“You know, one of the tiny little perks that comes from having no parents is that you never have to worry about walking in on them...you just took that away from me!”

“Boy, you are outta line!” Joe yelled. “I’m outta line?! You’re screwing a vampire!” “You hypocritical little bastard!” “Yeah, you’re a hypocripical-hypocri-hyp-hyp-hyp, I HATE THAT WORD!”

“I’ll tell you what isn’t; why’d they only go for you? I mean me and Steve might as well have not even been there. They just wanted you.Well, can you blame them? I mean, everyone wants a piece of this sweet ass.”

“These little discoveries about my blood are coming about as hard and fast as a racehorse kicking me in the nuts and I‟m really starting to get sick of it. I got messed up blood, whoopdedoo! Why don‟t you dump some in a fuel tank and see if it‟ll run a car or maybe give it to a power company and see if they can make a new type of energy from it, I don‟t give a crap! It‟s in me, it ain‟t going anywhere and neither are the vamps that wanna chug it. This is just a slightly different scientific way of saying „I‟m screwed‟”

“You threw a bomb at me Jerry...frowny face.”