- Caberly: What you're trying to tell me, Bendowski, is that there's some stranger running around with a laser beam blowing brassieres off mannequins?
- Dar: Those are the lost hounds.
- Jackie Trent: That's bad, right?
- Dar: They stalk the night searching for souls to drag down into the abyss.
- Jackie Trent: Sounds like a couple of guys I met in Tijuana last night.
- Lyranna: [Arklon's Key of Magog fizzles] Don't you just hate that when it happens? One of my former partners had the same problem.