What was the point in satin and lace if it didn't make a man struggle to speak?

Viper: The dark wizard and I had a mild disagreement. Dante: What sort of disagreement? Viper: I thought he should be dead and he disagreed.

Bon chance, mon ami, Dante called softly. Levet allowed himself a small smile. A vampire who could speak French. He couldn't be all bad.

“Cherie, did the table do something I did not see or were you just attempting to teach it a lesson?” “I was imagining it was Evor.” “Strange, they do not greatly resemble each other.” “I have a good imagination.” “In that case, I do not suppose you are imagining I'm Brad Pitt?”

I don't know what your damage is, but in case you've failed to notice,we're in a bit of trouble here. Can you focus on something other than trying to get into my pants? His lips curled. I can multitask.

Oui, oui, he snapped with an obvious lack of awe. Ding dong the demon's dead, now can we admire our delightful handiwork someplace where the ceiling is not about to cave in and your oh-so-handsome vampire is not about to become a dust bunny? (Levet)

A family is like medicine. She twisted her lips into a sardonic smile. Best in small doses.

Dante to Abby: My God you are going to kill me. Again

You can Laugh or you can cry, it changes nothing

The low ceiling that was water stained and boasting spiders so large she half expected Frodo and Sam to appear and fight them off.

Non-stop action and a hero to die for!