Burning Alive

I didn't mean to push your psycho button.

If you hurt her I'll make you pay. I may be old, but that doesn't mean I can't make you suffer." "Damn right. You've got the AARP on your side.

The only guarantee we are given when we are born is that we will die.

Well, hell,” muttered Drake. “Do you do that to all the human women?” “No. Usually they’ve already started taking off their clothes by now. She’s beginning to hurt my feelings.” “We need to get you a paper bag or a giant scar or something.” “Yeah,” said the man, his tone dry. “I’ll get right to work on that

Handles. That’s all he could think when he saw them. The woman had braided handles into her hair, just begging a man to grab them and guide her head where he wanted it to go. Surely she had to realize that.

Go back to your wife....you man whore!" Shouted the old woman, raising her walker for another strike.

Awh hell," muttered Drake, "do you do that to all the human women?" "No, usually they've started taking their clothes off by now. She's beginning to hurt my feelings." (Logan) "We need to get you a paper bag or a scar or something. (Drake) "Yeah," he said in a dry tone. "I'll get right to work on that." (Helen spellbound-meeting Logan the Vampire for the first time)

That meal replacement bar she’d eaten during the drive was considering its chances for escape so it wouldn’t have to go down there with her.