There was French kissing, and then there was Cajun French kissing. Spicier, harder, wilder.

I got nothing. Even the spies I'm spying on who are spying on other spies got nothing.

I often help others discover the outer limits of their hatred. It’s a talent of mine.

Gods, I love it when you talk mathy to me.

Never run from one such as me, female. You will no’ get away - and we like it.

There was French kissing, and then there was Cajun French kissing. Spicier, harder, wilder.

And speaking of females, if I call you by one's name while my fangs are plunged deep in your neck, just run with it.