Is she okay? I mean, no offense, she sounds more mental than I do.

You do know I am my father’s son, right? People don’t talk to me that way and live. (Syn) Oh, like I fear you. Never. Besides, a fight might dislodge whatever has crawled up your sphincter and bring back the much nicer version of you. (Shahara)

Can you keep a secret?” “Me and Tupperware, baby. We seal tight. Ain’t nothing going to get out.

Everything in the world needs kindness, child. [Ryssa]

Here you’re just a person…one with a life force that can feed us all. (Misery) Baby, I’m not worth the indigestion. Trust me. (Fang)

Call me Buffy. I’m even blond, but don’t ask me to wear a halter top. Or corset.

Um, Dr. Alexander, there’s a couple out here who say they’re related to you. They…um…they’re biker people. (Nurse) Hey, Julian. Tell Attila the Hun here that we’re okay so we can come and ooh and aah over the babies. (Eros)