“Champagne?" Carl asked."You know we don't drink champagne, Carl." Ricky laughed."Yes, but I don't think it's polite in mixed company to gulp down glasses of blood.”

“Think champagne, drink champagne!”

“I'm not calling you that," she announced flatly. "It's too weird. I'm going to call you Carl." "I don't want you to call me Carl." "That's interesting, Carl," said Angela, cheering up.”

“At the time I started in ballet they were dancing 'The Spirit of Champagne' on pointe, in Paris. I thought, 'I don't want to dance the spirit of champagne, I want to drink it!”

“Angela spared a glare for Kami, and then resumed her marathon glaring session at Jared. 'It's too weird. I'm going to call you Carl.'Jared scowled. 'I don't want you to call me Carl.''That's interesting, Carl,' said Angela, cheering up.”

“You know what it's like," said Storm, "when you want to--just--pour a woman into a glass and--just-drink her--just drink her down, one gulp, body and soul?”