You Think We Stand A Chance? (delphine)

You Must Be The Brother. I Hope So, I'm Wearing His Pants.

Boy, You Better Check That Tone. (wulf) Yeah, Yeah, Ya Scare Me. I’m Even Wetting My Pants While In Your Terrifying, Gut-wrenching Presence. See Me Shiver And Quiver? Ooo, Ahhh, Ooo. (chris)

I Learned The Bad Guys Are Not Always Bad, The Good Guys Are Not Always Good, And To Quote Captain Barbossa, The Parameters Are Like Rules, Mostly Guidelines. And That It Takes A Little Bit Of Bad Boy To Fight The Evil In The World. --terri Mitchell

Yeah, Well, To Hear You Talk, Most Men Should Come With Warning Labels. (she Lifted Her Hands Up To Frame Her Next Statement.) Attention, Please, Psycho Alert. Me, He-man, Am Prone To Nasty Mood Swings, Lengthy Pouts, And Possess The Ability To Tell A Woman The Truth About Her Weight Without Warning. (selena)

Nick Was Dressed In Jeans, A Dark Green Sweater, And Bomber Jacket–the Perfect Image Of A Rich College Student. Talon Looked Like A Biker Who Had Just Left Sanctuary, New Orleans’s Premier Biker Bar. Acheron Looked Like A Refugee From The Dungeon–the Local Underground Goth Hangout. Valerius Was The Professional Contingent, And Zarek…zarek Just Looked Like He Was Ready To Kill Something.’ (talon)