Harry Dresden: Took cover. In the action business, when you don't want to say you ran like a mouse, you call… — Jim Butcher

Harry Dresden/Waldo Butters: Polka will never die!

Waldo Butters: Screw up my life?

[He stared at me for a second and then said, deadpan]

Waldo Butters: I’m a five-foot-three, thirty-seven-year-old, single, Jewish medical examiner who needs to pick up his lederhosen from the dry cleaners so that he can play in a one-man polka band at Oktoberfest tomorrow.

[He pushed up his glasses with his forefinger, folded his arms, and said]

Waldo Butters: Do your worst.

Carlos Ramirez: Everyone else who lets me ride on their dinosaur calls me Carlos.