Mitchell: Things move and shift and settle again. It's like those...what are those snow storm things called?

Annie: Snow storms.

Mitchell: Yeah... about so big [holds hands apart]... glass...

Annie: No: They're called snowstorms.

Mitchell: Right. Well, them. You shake them and it's all mad and then it settles again. That's what time is like.

Oh, please. If every vampire who said he was at the crucifixion was actually there, it would've been like Woodstock.

Sookie: He's your maker, isn't he?
Eric: Don't use words you don't understand.

Sookie: You have a lot of love for him.
Eric: Don't use words I don't understand.

You should have met me in 1864. You would have liked me.

Angel: I was turned into a puppet last night.
Nina: I... uh... wow. Are you - are you okay?
Angel: I'm made of felt. [takes off nose, looks sad] And my nose comes off.