I love my virginity to the apocalypse.

Lace: "Are you saying that your fat-ass cat has turned me into a vampire?"

Cal: "Um, maybe?

Dude, I just watched you climb up a f*cking building!-Lace

Probably? So you're asking me to trust my life to steel wool and peanut butter?"
"Poisoned peanut butter."
"Cal, I don't care if it's nuclear peanut butter.

And here in America rival newspapermen attack each other on sight?

Did you really think I was too fragile to know what Deryn was?"

"Fragile?" Volger looked about. "I hadn't thought so, but now I find you brooding in a bathroom. This doesn't speak well of your sturdiness.