He picked the wrong profession. Should've stayed a prostitute. He'd have made millions. - Cat

Movies. Drinks. Headless chickens. You know, girl stuff.

Cat cleared her throat in the tense silence that followed. "Uh, before this goes any further, let’s at least introduce ourselves to your friend. I’m Cat, and this is my husband, Bones. We’re part of Mencheres’ twisted little fang family."

I think we need to have a little talk, woman to skank.

How could I possibly keep my cool while getting sweaty with him? What if I screamed out something horrifying, like "I love you?" What if I had an epileptic attack and started drooling or spitting right in the middle of things?

Bring me liquor, Bones, fast, to take my foot out of my mouth. Cat to Bones

My body is the only thing that’s truly mine, so I don’t give it away as though it’s worthless.