If you were Catholic, you'd singe the ears of the priest you confessed to.

You’ll never get rid of me, either… No matter which side of the grave we’re on. I’ll haunt you, chase you all around eternity, whatever it takes, but it’s you and me until the stars burn out.

You hold the ones you love close and fight the battles you can win, and that, Kitten, is how it is.

One corpse, extra crispy! Do I hear a thousand dollars?

If anyone other than you had me fly halfway around the world just to keep me waiting while you were obviously lingering in bed, I’d have my driver run them over. Twice.

Bones didn’t share any of my qualms about suddenly holding an arm that wasn’t attached to a body anymore. He just grabbed the ghoul by his other arm and began thumping him over the head with the loose limb. I’d heard Bones threaten to beat someone with their own limb before, but I’d always assumed that was a figure of speech. Apparently not.

Anytime you want to lay off the paybacks God, that'd be great.