WAR V QUOTE LIST
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--"CHESS--OPENING MOVES"
  "Did we say trouble? I don't remember anyone saying 'trouble,' do you?"

--"CHESS--OPENING MOVES: LOFTY EXPECTATIONS"
  "Pinky, are you pondering what I'm pondering?"
  "I think so, Brain, but where are we going to find a monkey who can use 
silverware?"

--"BUTTONING UP"
  Tracy lifted her head and glared at him as he sat down and smirked at 
her, briefly visualizing what a small hatchet embedded into his forehead 
would look like.

  "I'm a *good* cop!"

--"THE N-TEAM"
  "Perfect. Just what we needed. And I'll need your bag of goldfish 
crackers, too. Are they original garlic flavor?"

--"MERCS AND DIEHARDS AND RAVENS, OH, MY!"
  "Don't you think that now is the time to create one of those plot hole 
thingys and pop over to the Highlander list to pick up a dimensional pocket?"

  "I don't think I'm up to doing anything unless it involves being put on 
a rack for a few hours, so I can lie down and stretch at the same time."

  "I know LaCroix's a psychotic, obsessive, maniacal killer, but I always 
thought he had better taste than *that*."

  "You mean we have to pay to be masochists?"

--"THE GAME'S AFOOT"
  "Please let it be part of an evil sinister plan to throw Nick off balance."

--"AN EVIL LITTLE IDEA"
  It was an elegant plan; she was sure Uncle would have approved, if 
she'd bothered to consult him about it first.

  "The *(&#)#$ Burger King didn't have any salt packets!" could be heard 
faintly as the officer dragged her away.

--"LURKER 1"
  "It's a story, of a master vampire
  Who had brought across two children years before..."

  "To the tesserect!" Rastro yelled, grabbing the vegemite kidnap kit.

  "This is a Lurker story, reality has nothing to do with it."

--"TATTOO YOU"
  Besides--they liked each other too much to descend into 
ratings-grabbing behavior. Especially when this wasn't a sweeps period.

--"A HARD DAY'S NIGHT"
  You know that awful feeling you get sometimes before you pick up the 
phone, when you just know that it's going to be terrible, awful news? 
Well, Maureen didn't get one of those, but the news was still awful.

  It was months before Maureen could erase from her mind the image of Al 
Bundy in Janette's dress.

--"ANOTHER DAY, ANOTHER RUDE AWAKENING"
  "Everyone needs a six-foot-tall animated Q-tip in their lives," she 
said philosophically, and left well enough alone.

--"UP, UP, AND AWAY!"
  "No, no! Aww, man, the Cousins are so toast!"

--"POW-WOW AT THE RAVEN"
  "Keep it down will ya?" she instructed the newcomers. "You'll wake the 
vampire. And when I tell you he isn't a morning person--Sheesh!"

--"HELP!"
  "Do you realize how dangerous it is to cross me?"
  "Well, yes. That's why I'm going to hide out on the other side of this 
fence."

--"IMLATEIMLATEIMLATE"
  "Oop, you're doing that no breather thing again, Erica."

  "...it should be one big, control-hungry, arrogant, chaotic mob."
  "Then we have found others of our kind."

--"ON THE BOARDWALK"
  "I mean, what would -you- do with a Baker's Dozen of creative minds 
such as theirs?"
  "Run like hell," Diane muttered under her breath.

--"ONE NIGHT IN BANGKOK--OOPS! MAKE THAT 'TORONTO'!"
  "You're *Nigel Bennett*! The actor! I'm like, your *biggest* fan, Mr. 
Bennett!" She smiled her biggest, broadest, blankest smile and clasped 
both hands under her chin in apparent ecstasy.

--"LURKER 2"
  "Get away from me before I kill you," Janette smiled at them.

--"WE'RE BAA-AACK"
  "Speaking of cars exploding, where's Nat?"

--"TROUBLE COMES TO PARADISE"
  ***Notice: The material included in the flashback is purely to satisfy 
contractual obligations to the USA Network and not to satisfy any 
prurient interest on my part.***

--"CALLING ALL VAQUEROS"
  "Let's just say there were bellbottoms involved."

--"SEASON'S GREETINGS (Part 1)"
  "Crud. Oh, crud," AC hissed, inching towards the door. "I'm in the 
wrong season!"

--"WEASEL ATTACK"
  "There isn't a lawyer in Canada who wouldn't be able to get Janette off 
on a justifiable homicide plea if she happened to stake you."

  LaCroix was white with anger. His fish had been kidnapped. His bar was 
being taken away by weasels.

--"THE FEW, THE PROUD, THE SCATTERED--NOT!"
  "It's those Natpackers' doing, I just know it! This is just their 
style. Sweet on the outside, ruthless core of steel on the inside!"

--"AND A GRACIOUS GOOD MORNING TO YOU, TOO"
  The axe. Of *course*! Didn't every female Texan have one, just in case 
she wanted to chop up her husband and his friends?

--"A COUNCIL OF WAR"
  "I can't believe you said et al."

--"SEANCE"
  "Oh, *great*," said Perri sarcastically. "We're being attacked by 
killer souvlaki!"

--"THE VENERATED OBJECT"
  They were drawn by the power of his butt. <This> was a power he had 
never considered.

--"FEAST OF ALL SOULS"
  "But she's..."
  "Mercurial."
  "A good candidate for drug therapy."

--"THE CLUELESS LEADING THE CLUELESS"
  "What was that?"
  "What?" said Bianca, puzzled.
  "Nothing. Just sounded like reality and fiction colliding with a 
horrible thud."

--"IF IT MAKES YOU FEEL GOOD (a)"
  "That's right, all codependant, all the time."

--"MERCS MEET'N'GREET"
  The redhead stood up, and up and up. Wow. A Valkyrie.

--"PSYCHE!"
  "Can I hit her over the head? Huh? Huh? Can I, _pleeeeze_?"

--"PURPLE PROSE"
  "Just think--we got BARNEY on LaCroix's show! The *ultimate* crossover :)"

--"A LURKER DELURKS (Part 4)"
  "Wait a minute," Lyn said. "Nick KNIGHT from CHICAGO?"

--"A SNIP HERE, A SNIP THERE"
  "Well, I'll be damned. Looks like poor LC is already in the poopers."

  "I live?"
  "Just this once."
  "Coooool."

--"THICKER THAN WATER (AND MUCH TASTIER!)"
  ...not his *only living mortal descendant!*

--"PUTTIN' WORK TO BED"
  "It's a good thing you're unconscious, Diane. Just remember, the bad 
people who drugged you gave you all the bruises... Abby was really gentle."

--"KNIGHTIES INVADE TORONTO"
  "Good, Perri. Piss off the vampire why don't you?"

--"UM, HI"
  Was this, he wondered, what was meant by the obscure horror Schanke had 
once spoken of--the 'slumber party'?

  "Uh, Knight?" he said out of the side of his mouth, smiling uneasily. 
"What's going on here? And does it have anything to do with the cows?"

  Blink.
  Blink.

--"LET'S GET NAKED!"
  Sandra giggled again, and then whistled. "Go, baby, go!"

--"I FINALLY MADE IT!"
  From the way those jeans looked from the back, she figured it could 
only have been Vachon.

--"HAVE FUN STORMING THE JAIL"
  She'd never broken anyone out of jail in her life. It was illegal. It 
was immoral.
  This should be fun.

--"NICK MEETS HIS (CLOTHING) MAKER"
  "She hasn't been able to leave Vancouver just yet, but she's been 
watching through a useful plot device..."

--"I FINALLY MAKE MY ENTRANCE"
  It's really awful to see a confirmed dyke going ga-ga over a man. Even 
for a man as gorgeous as Vachon. Even for a vampire.

--"THE IMMORTAL BELOVEDS REJOIN THE RAVENETTES"
  "We should probably ask Sheryl to read it. She may know lots of nice 
interesting French anatomical terms Nick could throw in there to impress 
Janette." Catherine wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.

--"SEASON'S GREETINGS"
  With just a flick of the switch, she could listen to herself there in 
the loft. This kept her entertained for nearly half an hour.

--"LOST IN TRANSLATION"
  Chris stopped, then turned around, eyes narrowed, looking even more 
like a Romulan than usual.

  Sara smiled sweetly. Mercs do that easily; it's in the training.

--"A TAROT READING"
  "There is something strange about you," the vampire said to her.

--"DISASTER AT THE DELI"
  Her voice trailed off as she considered Happier Days, or, possibly, it 
was the Chocolate Seduction.

--"BUTTONS, BUTTONS, EVERYWHERE--"
  Beware or you too will be perkulated. >:->

--"REVELATIONS OF NOTE"
  Dawn picked up her mug of tea which had been mysteriously made sometime 
during the conversation and headed back to Diane's door.

--"WITH CAT LIKE TREAD"
  FoDs were not much accustomed to field activities during Wars. However, 
what they lacked in experience, they more than made up for in sheer 
ignorance of the dangers involved...

--"THAT'S WHAT FRIENDS ARE FOR!"
  Dawn was still grinning like the mad, and bouncing slightly. Suddenly 
she paused. "How did we get here?"
  Lana elbowed her in the ribs. "Hey! It's a Birthday! You don't worry 
about continuity on a Birthday!"

--"THE RESCUERS"
  "Ew!!!! Another rat!!! I want Nick!!!!" Marcia yelled.

--"TORONTO THE GOOD?!"
  Like any good NatPacker, I was organized. (HA! If people can get better 
laptops why can't I get better personality traits? <g>)

--"EXCHANGE OF IDEAS"
  "A little wine, a little starlight, and hello, facepaint."

--"MISSION: IMPROBABLE"
  "This can't be Sydney, can it? You didn't steal him from Natalie, did you?"
  "No, i've had no time. This is Ralph, the feline actor who portrayed him."

--"BRINGING THE COWS HOME"
  She didn't really worry about having made a deal with the dark powers 
that lived under the University of Maryland campus, after all, how could 
they cause any trouble?

  //On a scale of 1 to 10,// she thought to herself, //10 being mildly 
stupid and 1 being Nick...//

--"THE CEREMONY OF TRANSITION"
  Straight on her chain-mailed butt.

--"A REVELATION"
  "Then who?" Scottie asked, forgetting about the cigarette in the shock 
of seeing Perri coherent so soon after waking.

--"HOW DO YOU SOLVE A PROBLEM LIKE AMY?"
  "Have you, uh, seen any vampires lately?" asked Susan, in a very small 
voice.

  The door to Miklos' room was closed and dead-bolted--although she noted 
a few scratches on the exterior lock, indicating that there were probably 
still a few Ravenettes in serious need of hosing down.

--"THREE LITTLE MAIDS FROM WAR 5 AND THE MISSION THAT DIDN'T DO A WHOLE 
LOT MORE TO SCREW UP THEIR TARGETS"
  "Do you have a life?"
  "Why is that such a popular question? Shut up."

--"NEVERMORE, QUOTH THE RAVEN"
  Maureen smiled again, imagining Vachon stuck, pantless, in the little 
vampire's room...

--"IN FOR A PENNY"
  Partly shook her head. That was a no win question. Should it be Tracy 
the *good* cop, blonde airhead and newbie partner or Tracy the bimbo cop, 
blonde airhead and newbie partner.

--"LURKER (Part 4)"
  "You twit," Rastro hit Maddog, "you've created a Schankelvis."

--"A COUSIN CROSSES THE LINES"
  "I promise I won't do anything nasty to any of your people while I'm 
under your protection; and if I encounter another ethical dilemma which 
requires me to screw you over, I'll drop you a clue first."

--"CALLING FOR HELP"
  Keeping up with Janette was bad enough. Keeping up with 
Amy-who-thought-she-was-Janette was a living hell.

--"FRIED FROGGIE LEGS"
  "I need major amounts of chocolate and I NEED IT NOW!!!! DO YOU 
UNDERSTAND!!!!!"

--"THIS IS A GROCERY CART"
  Perri shook her head. "Groceries, Nick. Food. You know, the stuff 
people have in their fridge instead of blood?"

  "All right! Hey, Nick, how about Count Chocula?"

--"A FAMILIAR FACE"
  //Duncan MacLeod is a fantasy figure in the Highlander universe. This 
is <reel> life! I'm in Toronto participating in FK war!//

--"INDEED"
  LaCroix sighed. <These mortals are __so__ much trouble. Lunch. One of 
these days they will all be lunch.> That thought consoled him...

--"COUSIN JAMIE FREAKS OUT AND DISCOVERS CINNAMON SCHNAPPS"
  Whip me. Beat me. Take away my cranberry juice. Make me write bad 
fiction. :-)

--"KNIGHT PASSAGE"
  Lillian raised her eyebrows, but repeated it anyway. "I believe in cool 
Caddies, regardless of color."

--"AND THE DISH RAN AWAY WITH THE SPOON (Part 1)" 
  Tara, always one to recognize a truly impossible situation, got the 
hell out of her way and went to look for a cigarette. Being called a pink 
squid always made her crave nicotine.

--"AND THE DISH RAN AWAY WITH THE SPOON (Part 2)"
  She grinned. This was fun--in a demented, self-destructive kind of way. 
"I'm on a roll" she bellowed. "Where's Nick! Tell Nick to get his sorry 
butt over here!"

--"MERC MOVES"
  "No guys, just me, Dianne."
  "No, me Dianne, you nuts, Chris. Where the h*** is the Grand Poohbah 
and the required SWAT team?"

--"THE LONE PACK"
  "He's so dense, he makes gold seem bouyant."

--"REHEARSAL"
  "--No one sucks like Vachon--"...
  "--Scorns big bucks like Vachon--"...
  "And between the sheets, nobody f--"
  "It's a PG list, for Chrissake!" cried Susan...

--"RAVENS/MERCS GO SHOPPING! HIDE THE CATS, ER, VALUABLES!"
  So they were all having a darn fine time scampering around, crawling 
into small spaces underneath furniture, and calling to each other. The 
cats weren't having such a bad time either.

--"MERC IN CHAINS"
  When she ran out of languages, she started making them up, just so that 
she wouldn't run out of choice expletives.

--"NEVER ENTER A WAR UNARMED: I'LL TAKE THE HIGH ROAD"
  He looked up, pride creeping back into his manner, "But I must try! I 
have not killed a fish...for food...as a vampire...on purpose...I 
think...in 100 days!"

--"TAKE ME OUT TO THE BALL GAME..."
  Nick was snoring. No, actually, snoring was a bad word. Nick was 
recreating the Northridge earthquake in his nasal passages.

--"MILK AND COOKIES"
  In a sudden fit of generosity, the things that live under your bed have 
decided to send each and every person participating in the Forever Knight 
war a dozen chocolate chip cookies and a quart of milk.

--"CINEMA VERITE"
  Nick found...an unlabeled videotape. Placing it in the VCR and grabbing
his New-Improved-Slices-Dices-Purees-It's-a-Dessert-Topping-*and*-a-
Floor-Wax <tm> All Purpose Remote... 

--"NEVER ENTER A WAR UNARMED: KARMA, KARMA, CHAMELEON..."
  "I am no longer 'Lucius'...I have taken a new name that represents my 
inner spirit, my goals on this astral plane..."
  "What? 'Naked Vampire Who Hums in the Jungle'?"

--"SLEEP TIGHT AND MUMBLINGS"
  "Underwear," mumbled Dawn. "Gold Mesh G-String."

--"EMERGENCY'S OVER--IS IT TIME TO THROW UP?"
  "A FIGHT. A FIGHT TO THE DEATH."
  "Oh, no," moaned Lana. "I thought we were over that."

--"TRIGGERED MEMORIES"
  Keeping an eye out for feathers, wheelchairs and Duncan MacLeod 
hallucinations, Dawn hurried towards the meeting point.

--"REDECORATING THE SOUVLAKI!"
  "Yeah," Gabrielle chimed, "it's sort of like a cafe now. I mean, if you 
just extended the awning..."

--"PARTY CENTRAL"
  "How does it stay up?" asked Catherine, fascinated.

--"CAN WE TALK?"
  "You're *not* Janette. You're Amy. Two days ago you were at my 
apartment apologizing for bringing a suitcase, two bags, a pillow, and a 
stuffed orange dragon while eating Ben & Jerry's chocolate fudge brownie 
out of the carton."

--"FAR TOO MANY NOTES FOR MY TASTE"
  "So, it is to be war between us! If these demands are not met, a 
disaster beyond your imagination will occur!"
  "Worse than this?" Vachon queried.

  "No, you don't. You can't take my karaoke. It's mine. It's too much 
fun, and no screaming yellow peacock can take it away!"

--"A GRAND NIGHT OUT"
  "Oh, what pretty, blue antennae you have. Do all of the people from 
Pluto have them?" Jennie reached above Partly's head, as if to touch 
something.

--"DAZED AND CONFUSED"
  "The 10TH? The 10TH!!!" I grabbed the man standing in front of me. 
"WHAT THE H*** HAVE I BEEN DOING FOR THE LAST WEEK AND A HALF!!!?!!!"

--"A MANY SPLENDORED THING"
  "Dogpile on Nick!"

--"WHEN LIFE HANDS YOU LEMONS, MAKE LEMONADE"
  LaCroix was in the process of dropping his pants on the wide-screen at 
that moment. There was a collective in-take of breath. They leaned 
forward, trying to...uh, catch the make of LC's underwear.

--"VAQUEROS AND KNIGHTIES"
  "GRRrrrrrrrr," Torrey growls back, her hair curling with rage.

--"OH MICKEY"
  Somehow, they'd found a hospital room big enough for the Natpack (can 
you say "psych ward"?).

  Sharon drew herself up indignantly. "They aren't lunatics--they're my 
<friends>."

  Luckily, no one else was quite as much trouble--although Valerie asked 
the nurse her opinion on silver patterns, and Jill was convinced that the 
nurse was Fox Mulder come to take her away to the planet of Love.

--"BE MY VALENTINE (*NOT*)"
  Finally, LaCroix opened his eyes. "How 'ya doin', girls?" he asked 
pleasantly in the worst Brooklyn accent Christine had ever heard. "Any of 
yous seen my buddy Nicky?"

--"CHRISTINE IN THE CRUCIBLE"
  "...and I think you might have kissed Urs. Either her or Nick, someone 
blond. I only saw the back of the head."

--"BETTER LATE THAN... WHATEVER"
  "I have scented my destiny. And it smells like--(sniff) like--take-out 
from Little Caesar's?"

  "Ooh. Fantasy-1, Reality-zip. Eat _Little_ Mermaid, Voice of Boredom."

--"NICK'S MOST ARDENT DIE-HARD"
  Not even the Knighties had tried to undress him. While he was awake, at 
least.

  Lana grinned as she watched him leave. She'd hoped the look of raw 
terror on his face photographed well. 800 years old and he still can't 
handle a woman.

--"DIE-HARD TWO FOUND"
  "Oh, Lu," Dawn cooed. "You can tickle me with your feather anytime."

--"THE VAQUEROS PLAN THEIR ATTACK"
  Vamp on.
  Vamp off.
  Blink.
  Vamp on.
  Vamp off.
  Blink.
  Blink.

--"PAYMENT IN FULL"
  Nick wondered if it was considered bad police etiquette to push your 
partner out of a moving car.

--"HOOK, LINE, AND SUCKERS"
  All three NatPackers tried to look innocent, GT and Kim succeeding 
slightly more than Sharon who could never quite pull that off anyway even 
when she *was* innocent...

--"INCIDENTS"
  "Did you have to hug LaCroix?"
  "I think that's the source of all his angst, you know."

--"CLEANING UP...AGAIN"
  "Perri, keep it clean and in English."

--"SNOOZE BUTTON UP, SNOOZE BUTTON DONW..."
  Evil Black Caddy
  Sound Stage 37 or Fe-Malefaction HQ
  Toronto
  Canada
  Earth
  Milky Way
  Q's Fishbowl

--"A BLIP ON THE SCREEN"
  "Hey, Dad, can I have the keys to the caddy?"

--"WHAT'S SCHANKE DOING AT THE RAVEN?"
  He considered Nick for a long time, but decided that living inside his 
partner's brain would be entirely too weird for words.

--"TWO'S A CROWD"
  Boy, it was a good thing the same company who fixed the precinct wall 
in retro time when *it* got blown out were available for a quick night job.

  "Aww, Pam, not even a little souvlaki for 'your *favorite* snugglebunny'?"

  She decided that, in this case, really the only thing to do was to get 
up off the floor, go to the nearest bar, and get screaming drunk. Because 
apparently, she was already half there.

--"LURKER 6"
  "Yes, it's hard to forget cutting a Jujubee out of one's hair."

  "Oh, you wouldn't want to eat her either," Rastro said, "she's really 
toxic and has lots of bits missing."

--"LURKER 7"
  "Vegemite farts," muttered Maddog, disappearing into the ether.

--"LURKER 8"
  The Lurkers, not so constrained, giggled and made sure the video camera 
got plenty of shots of his polyester-clad bum.

--"LURKER 9"
  "Spaghetti O's. I cut them into the right shapes."
  "That's really disgusting," Janette commented.
  "It's dripping on my pants," Nick complained.

--"EVERYTHING GOES BETTER WITH WHIP CREAM"
  "You got that?" the Lurker asked, wiggling the Diet Coke can in front 
of the Detective's face, the mustache wiggled in an amusing fashion.

--"COUSINS, COUSINS, EVERYWHERE"
"You know, you've gotta run out of water sometime...."

--"LOOSE THREADS"
  Amparo sat bolt upright. "Whowhatwhenwherehow? ELVIS?!!"

--"PLOT TWISTS/DAZED AND CONFUSED MEGA CROSSOVER"
  The others quickly shushed her. "Remember the fourth wall! DON'T BREAK 
THE FOURTH WALL. My god, the next thing you know, you'll be talking to 
the readers."

--"VAMPIRE FROM BROOKLYN?"
  Erika looked at him in puzzlement, and Lisa mumbled, "He's from 
Brooklyn. Besides, he IS Italian after all..."

--"PLOT TWISTS/DAZED AND CONFUSED CROSSOVER"
  Vachon caught her eyes and mind in a rather over-handed grip. (He was a 
little stressed--forgive him)...

--"PUT DOWN YOUR WEAPONS"
  Ari sighed. "I suppose." She tried to sit up, then fell over with a 
remarkably Weeble-like gesture. From the floor, she intoned, "How's this?..."

  "CURE SLUT!" The two high-fived each other with an evil laugh.

--"ONE MO' THING"
  Miklos came to the open door, looked in, and shook his head, smiling. 
<Let's face it, they're all on drugs,> he thought.

--"RECOVERY OF DIANNE PARTY AND CLEAN-UP AT THE SOUVLAKI"
  "She conked out on that pile of tarp over there...something about wake 
her for Armageddon or Nick naked, but nothing else."

--"A NEW RECRUIT"
  It wasn't exactly like the opening credits of FK, but then, she didn't 
have the music playing or a funky light filter in front of her eyes, either.

  "Just what I needed to know..." she grumbled to herself. "I top the 
list in vampire good eats."

--"LURKER 10"
  "Oh, in that case your pants are bordering on a major accident and are 
quite obscene," Janette smiled, adlibbing a bit.

--"SURPRISE, SURPRISE"
  Smiling weakly, she did what any other self-respecting person would do 
in a similar situation. She collapsed into a dead faint.

--"E STANDS FOR 'EVIL' MAIL
  "<Comestibles?> Don't tell me--you stole Nick's 'word-a-day' calendar, 
didn't you?"
  "Well, <he> wasn't using it."

  "I knocked on the door. I think he said 'Go away' in Hungarian. Either 
that or 'Make it stop, please make it stop!'"

--"TO THE RESCUE!"
  As Dianne slipped into the car, she squealed, "Kitties, you brought me 
kitties!"

--"BLACK THOUGHTS"
  "If this is my family, I want to be an orphan."

--"QUESTION PERIOD"
  "Name: Emily Messinger, Rank: novice, No serial number."

--"POKER...E-MAIL...AND TWO DOGS"
  \\People pulling my hair, patting/pinching my rear end, flirting, 
yelling, dragging me into back rooms...// Vachon remembered his last 
experience with a War party. "Oh, He**, why not?" Vachon asked the 
Universe...

--"VIEWING HOURS"
  "Look!" Valerie exclaimed. "WHUMP! It says WHUMP!"

  "...that's not how...uh...how it's done. It's not..." Sharon searched 
for the right word.
  "Physically possible given current human anatomy?" Jill filled in.

--"COUS...UHHH, JAMIE GETS A JOB"
  "I did something nasty," Jamie announced, as she entered Merc HQ, "and 
I got paid for it. Can I be a Merc now?"

--"LURKER 11"
  "'ere I am," Screed dressed in a fifties-style house dress and pink 
fuzzy slippers entered the stage.

--"LURKER 12"
  Promotional stills of certain vampire butts decorated the walls.

  "We're on the Love Boat, you git!" Maddog finally broke the silence. 
Death by LaCroix was suddenly looking good.

--"SO LONG AND THANKS FOR ALL THE FINNS"
  The latter term sent Jennie off into another fit of giggles, and she 
mumbled something about picturing Susan with little flapping wings.

--"THE SET-UP"
  "It, ah...needs to be fed."

--"STEALTHY PLANS"
  He showed Miklos the label, which plainly (well, to them it was plain) 
read "Brazilian Missionary, 1749."

  She began, quite calmly, "We need a moose."

--"PERRIDOG"
  And so it was, while running in the middle of downtown Toronto, chains 
rattling to and fro, a blood-soaked doggie biscuit around her neck, and a 
flying dog after her, Catherine pondered the meaning of it all.

--"TORREY'S TIME OUT"
  Vachon's hair was wilder than usual. He couldn't believe that Torrey 
had tried to braid part of it when he wasn't looking.

--"A RUNNING CONVERSATION"
  "Lu and Mo?" interjected Laura.

--"THE TRUTH IS REVEALED"
  She felt in her back pocket for the small stack of cards for the Queen 
Street Mental health Clinic. It had decreased noticibly since the start 
of the evening.

  "That blow would have killed a mortal. With Nick? I doubt it even 
knocked any sense into him."

--"WHITE RABBITS"
  ...having now developed a lightning-fast reflex where it came to 
keeping the female members of damn near any affiliation at a safe 
distance from Miklos.

--"SUCH A SWEET LITTLE THING"
  "IRC chat," was the reply, "for alt.fan.barney.die.die.die. They're on 
every night."

--"QUESTION PERIOD"
  "Our operatives heard stories about Q-tips, hearts with arrows in them, 
kidnappings, robberies, food tampering, even <shudder> cross-dressing and 
cow patties."

  Emily seized the moment and ran for the door, grabbing the bag of 
coffee beans as she sped past.

--"A PRESENT FROM THE KITTENS"
  "Blast! Nicky-poo, stop purring at Janette and come show me where you 
got this stuff! Come show me and I'll give you some nice salmon!"

--"IN WHICH A RAVEN AND A COUSIN GO SHOPPING"
  "Your hair makes you look like a Natpacker. Do you reeeaaaalllyy want 
to look like a Natpacker in the middle of this war?"

--"CALLING THE RELATIVES"
  "No, Angie, I'm not calling to borrow anything. I'm calling to see how 
high you can possibly make a phone bill go before they cut off service."

--"GOING, GOING, GOING...HERE"
  LaCroix was lounging against the wall, with his maniacs scattered 
around him.

--"PAYING THE PIPER"
  "And I trust that's exactly what we're going to hear right now," he 
continued, "because I'm in no mood for fiction."

  "That was our mistake. We underestimated people's capacity for chaos."

--"VAMPWATCH KNIGHTS"
  "How do you know it's not a Beretta?" Catherine asked in a low whisper.
  "Her dad told us," Amy D whispered back.

  "Dogpile on the morons!!!!!"

[To be continued... Proper gratitude to anyone who submitted quote ideas. 
Special recognition to Dianne la Mercenaire.]