“I’ve known Angel since Juarez in the twenties. We had a little disagreement over a senorita. I called him out. We fought for three and a half hours.”

“One thing you can say about Angel, at least he’s consistent. It’s always some little blonde driving him over the edge.”

“And yet, somehow, I just can’t seem to care.”

“Okay, I know I’m probably going to regret this. In fact, being prescient, I’m actually sure of it.”

“When are they gonna start making some pretty demons?”