Don’t, Cassandra. (Wulf) Oh, please. I just want to choke her for a few minutes. (Cassandra)

Just out of curiosity, how many weapons are in that thing? (Kiara) Enough to make me happy. (Nykyrian)

All right, everyone. Fess up. Who just shat in their pants? C’mon. Admit it. I know I did and I’m wolf enough to own it.” – Sasha

A man may publish anything which twelve of his countrymen think not blamable.

Did you come out of the womb a dickhead or develop that jockstrap personality on your own? (Hunter)

So what are you in the mood for? (Sunshine) How about naked Sunshine al dente covered in whipped cream and chocolate? We could even put a cherry on top. (Talon)

Where are my guards? (Wulf) Oh, one is right here, but he’s not feeling very talkative. Death has a way of making even the chattiest of people rather quite. As for the other…he’s…oh, wait, dead now. (Stryker)