He says every story has at least some truth in it, even if most are made up.

Now sod off back to your own world, you motherless scum, and save your threats for those who care.

Ever hear of the phrase, Banging you're head on a brick wall?" Ah, but you forget, Darren, vampires can break brick walls with their heads.

I don't like it, but my hands are tied. I just want you to know this: if I ever get the chance to betray you, I will. If the opportunity arises to pay you back, I'll take it. You'll never be able to trust me.

But I don't think Art's an Einstein - he likes tugging ears, biting people and burping too much to be a genius.

I'm starting to understand that fear is like cancer - you can beat it back, but if it returns, it can be worse than ever.

Your spikes have gone floppy.