“Remember, our kind protects you Normals from the Pures. We are the rope tied between man and super-beast. A rope forever dangling from the precipice. I tap Zetania's shoulder and ask, "What's a precipice?" "A cliff's edge," she whispers. Precipice. Must be a French word.”

“I hate it when I go into a Snack Shack and they're out of Blue Ice. The other slushie flavors taste like cheap candy.”

“You can't do that, it makes too much sense.”

“I floor the gas pedal. The Sonoramic Commando V-8 growls like an angry tiger and leapfrogs us ahead of the traffic.”

“Remember, our kind protects you Normals from the Pures. We are the rope tied between man and super-beast. A rope forever dangling from the precipice. I tap Zetania's shoulder and ask, "What's a precipice?" "A cliff's edge," she whispers. Precipice. Must be a French word.”

“We even commissioned a smaller pair of these statues for the baggage claim area in the regular lobby. Gives all those Normal conspiracy nuts something to talk about besides the Blue Mustang. They think our statues are the work of Masons or reptilian beings. Ha.”

“Centuries of perfectly-pitched heartbreak resound through Les' microphone as Stella and I embrace in a slow dance.”

“My turner Mah'Lor is with me forever as well. At least his head is.”

“Since I can't turn into a bat and fly, I'll still need my bus pass”

“Consider this a one-thousand horsepower divorce, sweetheart”

“How come they get to be gray-haired and still in love with each other, while Lilly tears out what's left of my heart and dumps it into her Jill-The-Ripper shredder?”