Don’t you two girls have something better to do, like pick out toe lint? (Acheron)
Fine. I’m a Skotos (Xypher) That means what? You have toe jam? (Simone)
You know the beauty of driving one of these? (Wulf) No. (Cassandra) You can swat a Daimon like a mosquito. (Wulf) Well, since they’re both bloodsucking insects, I say go for it. (Cassandra)
Vane passed the mashed potatoes across Bride to Fury, who stared at them with a fierce frown "What are these?" he asked. "Potatoes," Vane told him. "What did they do to them?