A succubus on the set. Strike that, the health-conscious kid sister made it two… succubuses. Succubusees? Succubi? Stupid Latin correspondence course.

Molly blinked, then looked at Thomas and said, "Wait a minute.... We're his flunkies." "You, may be," Thomas said, sneering. "I'm his thug. I'm way higher than a flunky." "You are high if you think I'm taking any orders from you," Molly said tartly.

Hospital waits are bad ones. The fact that they happen to pretty much all of us, sooner or later, doesn't make them any less hideous.

You rush a miracle worker, you get lousy miracles!

Give it to 'em!" Take 'em down!" First Aleran!" Kick their furry--" Assault formation!

Don't call me a dinosaur. It isn't fair to the dinosaurs. What did a dinosaur ever do to you?

Bigots see something they expect and then they stop thinking about what is in front of them. It's probably how they got to be bigots in the first place.