Bo: Dyson may take a bit of work, but I don't mind the investment. I figure it's some sort of Fae chivalry/chauvinism thing, and I just have to show him I can take a licking and keep on ticking.
Kenzi: Whatever else, my BFF can bounce back, and I mean trampoline style. She has wolfie in her cross-hairs, and I have no doubts about the outcome of this - wolfskin rug on her bedroom floor.
Hale: My dog just chasing some serious tail, and I wish it was his own, or at least case-related. I can't get nothing out of the boy, 'cept a goofy grin, which means I am looking at some serious grief from our superiors even with the serial killer case he just cracked.
Bo: Anyway, I'm minding my own business, on my way home from a de facto conjugal visit given how much time Dyson spends at his desk these days, when this creep steps out in front of me, hand behind his back in a way that screams 'I have a big weapon!' and lays a lame line on me. Unfortunately, after I nailed him, I discovered his two pals go armed too, and I'm bundled into a van.
Mayer: With the shegetz I got for a nephew, I know what I'm talkin' about, so when he bundles the shiksa Succubus into my joint, I know right away she got the drop on him. Talk about wanting to trade up, she has every bit of moxie I've never noticed in him, and to spare. Mind you, a yentl she ain't, and makes straight for the door, no interest in discussing business. Of course, by this point I've done my thing, and she's a schlemiel, at least at this moment. One roll over the chopsticks and an eight point landing later we're finally getting down to the nitty-gritty.
Kenzi: The way Bo told it later, tangling with this Mayer character was like Pinocchio charging Geppetto when the old man had his strings and a pair of scissors in hand. Whoomp!
Seymour: It was great, seeing that stuck-piece land hard on her ass. Almost made up for what I'd been through - today. Didn't stop the old man layin' into me though, did it?