He wanted to work in Hot Woman Valhalla until he died of testosterone poisoning. (Nick)

And not a single mark on the Lamborghini. Ha! Eat steel, you soul-sucking bastards! (Kyrian)

You were right. My whole crew. Gone. Arrested. Perfect. Shoot me now and save me the expense of a bullet later. (Tory)

I love you, don’t I? And the gods know you are definitely not easy to deal with. (Aimee) Thanks, Aim. By the way I still have a tiny bit of confidence left. Please make sure you stomp on it too while you’re at it. Gods forbid it should actually grow into something called self-esteem. (Fang)

You worthless sonofabitch. You should never have been anything more than a cum stain! (Stryker)

Your Dark-Huntress, Danger, called for Acheron and since he’s busy, I was sent to check things out and report back to him on what’s happening. So here I am. Joy, oh joy of my life. (Alexion)

We never let our people just go. (Joe) What are you? Wolfram and Hart? (Steele) Oh, no, sweetie, they just take your soul for service. We intend to take even more than that. (Tee)