"Clary felt suddenly annoyed. "When the self-congratulatory part of the evening is over, maybe we could get back to saving my best friend from being exsanguinated to death?""Exsanguinated,"said Jace, impressed. "That's a big word.""And you're a big-""Tsk tsk,"he interupted. "No swearing in church."
"Also, I'm sleeping with your mom. Just thought you should know."
"If there were such a thing as terminal literalism, you'd have died in childhood."
"By the Angel,"Jace said, looking the demon up and down. "I knew Greater Demons were meant to be ugly, but no one ever warned me about the smell."Abbadon opened its mouth and hissed. Inside its mouth were two rows of jagged glass-sharp teeth."I'm not sure about this wind and howling darkness business,"Jace went on, "smells more like landfill to me. You sure you're not from Staten Island?"
"It means 'Shadowhunters: Looking Better in Black Than the Widows of our Enemies Since 1234'."
"You're an idiot.""I've never claimed to be otherwise."