He was obviously dead. But since he was a vampire that wasn't as hopless a thing as it might have been.
I was going to fight vampires, and my name wasn't Buffy--I was so screwed.
Mine, ... Mine is what she is.
Someday, I'm going to meet some supernatural creature who tells me everything I should know up front and in a forthright manner - but I'm not going to hold my breath.
A king who trusts no man is weak.
Even after all this time, I keep forgetting that heroes can be found in unlikely places and persons -- like mechanics who can turn into coyotes.