"Basically, I have two speeds.... Hostile or smart-aleck. Your choice."

"Because what’s worse than knowing you want something, besides knowing you can never have it?"

"Can I come in? No! I'm in a towel! I'm blind!"

"Yes!” said Fang, punching the air. “Freaks rule."

"Popcorn for breakfast! Why not? It's a grain. It's like, like, grits, but with high self-esteem."

"I can talk to fish!" Angel said happily, water dripping off her long, skinny body. "Ask one over for dinner," Fang said, joining us."

"You...are...a...fridge...with wings,' Fang ground out, punching an Eraser hard with every word. 'We're...freaking...ballet...dancers."

"I feel like, like pudding," Iggy groaned. "Pudding with nerve endings. Pudding in great pain."

"What happened to your tan?"--Fang "It was dirt." --Max"