Harry Dresden: It’s not my fault all women like motorcycles, Murph. They’re basically huge vibrators. With… — Jim Butcher

Harry Dresden: The building was on fire, and it wasn't my fault.

Thomas Raith: An errand is getting a tank of gas or picking up a carton of milk or something. It is not getting chased by flying purple pyromaniac gorillas hurling incendiary poo.

Harry Dresden: For future reference, I was sort of hoping for a suggestion that didn't sound like it came from that Bolshevik Muppet with all the dynamite.