Ooo, he’s snotty. I like him already. (Tee)

I just love the gifts you bring me for lunch. Other girls get diamonds. Me? I get mayhem and blood – and all before noon. Thanks, Tate. (Simone)

We ought not to decide hastily against the words of an Act of Parliament.

I can tell you love him. (Syn) Yeah, like a boil in my nether regions. (Kiara)

Don’t cry for me, Grace. I’m not worth it. (Julian) Yes you are! (Grace) You are my saving Grace. Without you, I would never have known love. And I would never have known me again. (Julian)

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)

Lady, right now you could tell me to throw myself under a bus to make you happy, and I’d oblige you. (Xypher)