"What was he? A-a demon? A giant bug? Some kind of dark god with the secrets of nouvelle cuisine? I mean, we are talking creature- feature here, right?"
"I'm seventeen. Looking at linoleum makes me wanna have sex."
"Well, let's see, um, six feet tall, claws, a big old snout in the middle of his face like a wolf. Um, yeah, I'm sticking with my first guess."
"Are we overlooking the possibility that she may be very attracted to me? ... She's possessed."
"Hey, it's me. If Angel's doing something wrong, I wanna' know...'cause it gives me a happy"
"Angel's our friend...except I don't like him"
"Just meet...
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