"Mom. I have something to tell you. I’m undead. Now, I know you may have some preconceived notions about the undead. I know you may not be comfortable with the idea of me being undead. But I’m here to tell you that undead are just like you and me … well, okay. Possibly more like me than you."
"I thought I'd lie on the floor and writhe in pain for a while,"he grunted, "It relaxes me.""It does? Oh - you're being sarcastic. That's a good sign probably."
"I can't believe he didn't have the dignity and presence of mind just to get drunk and pass out in some gutter,"said Jace. "I must say, I'm disappointed in the little fellow."
"I can only assume,"said Jace, "that mortal emotions amuse you because you have none of your own."
"Other crack teams get bat boomerangs and wall-climbing powers; we get Aquatruck."
"I don't do what I'm told, but I might do what you want if you ask me nicely."