There is no magic in words.

And what am I? (Adron) You’re kind and decent. You have a good heart. (Livia) I have no heart at all. What I have is a mechanical substitute that pumps blood through a broken body, and half the time it malfunctions. (Adron)

What are you doing here? (Jericho) Do my accommodations offend you? I’ve grown quite used to them. Though a view of something other than mangled bodies might be nice for a change. (Jaden)

You can be known as Val or Babycakes.” His gaze darkened. “My name is Valerius and I will not answer to Val.” She shrugged. “Fine then, Babycakes, have it your way.

What do you want exactly? (Fang) An end to the mistreatment of small, fluffy dust bunnies. (Thorn)

But as the Roman playwright Terence once wrote, From many a bad beginning great friendships have formed

It’s a Belgian beer, sweetie. Please tell me you’ve at least heard of it. (Blaine) Boy, I was born in Brussels and the last time I checked, this was my new homeland, America, not my birthplace. So you can either order an American-made beer or I’ll bring you water and you can sit there and act all superior until you puke, okay? (Aimee)