Now there’s a sight you don’t see every day, huh? Two punked-out Goths throwing a Christmas party for sick children. (Doctor)

What’s in that backpack, by the way? You’re always guarding it like it holds national security secrets or something. (Tory) Dirty underwear. (Acheron)

Where did you find an Andarion? I’ve never seen one on Gouran before. Aren’t you afraid to be with him? (Sales woman) Why no, I’m not afraid. He’s already had his daily feeding. (Kiara) What do you feed him? (Sales woman) Babies. Lots and lots of babies. (Kiara)

Man, Wren. I’m impressed. No woman ever sent flowers to thank me. (Serre) Don’t be that impressed. I’m thinking she didn’t send flowers to thank him. One flower says thank you. This many says she thought he was dead. Or that she killed him. Hmm...I’m thinking, put a tiger in her tank and that didn’t quit rev her up. What she needs is to go hunting for bear. (Dev)

I say we should stake him to an anthill and throw little pickles at him! (Selena)

Note to self on waking. Lay off the beer on an empty stomach. This dream is even more screwed up than the time I had a donkey and a corkscrew. (Aiden) Donkey and a corkscrew? (Leta) I don’t know you well enough to fill you in on those details. (Aiden)

You touch her, and I will take that dagger at your side and cut your heart out with it. (Julian)