Her Squire, Celena, Ms. Blood Rite, I-kill-anything-that-breaks-formation, is on her way over here to have a word with you. Since Celena isn’t real big on conversation, I’m taking that as a euphemism for ‘kick your ass.’ (Rafael)

“You’re being remanded into Gourish custody…dead. (a Partini)‘Cause let’s face i…”

“Even if I were lying on the sun itself, I would be freezing there without you. …”

“How do you feel? (Maggie)Like I got hit by a bus that decided to back up a few …”

“I just love the gifts you bring me for lunch. Other girls get diamonds. Me? I g…”