Character: Peyton Charles

Liv, he risked everything to save you...
- Right. I know who he is, even if he sometimes forgets.

- If they dare - they'll pay, Liv. I will make it my goal.
They will be afraid. We always said that our names will be famous... maybe I should clarify...

- To close the newspaper after criticizing the article - so do dictators.
I'm a dictator. Want to know when democracy does not work? Does not work when you are sitting on a powder keg, doesn't work when people are starving, not working, when your entire species on the brink of extinction.

- Tim yesterday I put my number on my arm, he smeared and missing. Tim. Tim!
- Liv, you'll probably come up with another way to contact him.
- How? I don't know his name, don't know where he works. I only know that he has a piercing over emerald eyes and soft velvet lips sexy angel. And it's not going to Google it, right?!
- No, if you don't want to see what can not be unseen.

- You saw him only once, he is human, and may have killed his previous girlfriend.
- Nobody is perfect.

- You don't understand, this girl is a mutant.
Mutant?
- I said so. We fought, she has red eyes, the face became mutandis.
- Mutandis?..
- Stop repeating my words like I was crazy.
- I kicked his ass. And that's all. If he wants to give me superpowers, so it was quieter - health.
- I want to know more about these superpowers. She knew martial arts?
- I didn't know. She was well trained.
- Trained as a ninja?
Exactly.
- She's a mutant ninja? And she had a shell and a passionate love for pizza?

- No, not persuade.
- Please, he is too easily admitted, you said so yourself. His lawyer agreed to a lousy deal. I hinted at some sinister forces. Liv, I think he did not kill Roxanne Greer.
- Okay, you want me to find evidence to destroy the thing that Clive built against Valera?
Yes.
- I want to come stay in the mind of the guy who hanged himself?
Yes.
- A guy who, if I remember correctly, was in a psychiatric hospital?
Yes, that's right.
- For what?
- Hallucinations with his dead wife?
You know, not the best choice of how to spend a weekend.
Yeah, with that attitude. To administer justice is fun. To spend time with Peyton, it's fun.
- Persuaded by another justice.

- How's it going with Justin? You're picky, broke up with her boyfriend because his face during orgasm you amused.
- You should have seen him.

- Are you going to work today?
- What?
- So, just.
- I want to know whether the apartment is at your disposal?
Is your words.
- Come on, you got your own room. Zombie sex so loud? With groans and growls?
- I just asked if you're going to work.

But, let me get this straight. We can go to the castle as it there, to battle this thing back and get a reward from the old lady or you can just tie the old lady and get what you want immediately?

To Major back the memories. And it's not all good news. It's me. The real me - the owner of a small business, singer-lover, the guy who is happy when you walk in the door.
To the Major memory comes back?
- First it disappears gradually, then completely, and in a couple of days just returning to the scene.
And you know this because...
Because that's what happened to me. And it got me thinking that I can change my life. Change yourself. To change what I believe.

- Liv?.. She has a heart attack or ...
- Zombie vision, it'll pass. ... Or not. All right?
- Yeah, sorry.
- You for a long time. Sex sting?

- Suggest that from now on between us didn't have any big secrets. From this day on we are one team, working in the same direction. I zombie major zombie...
- Peyton is sleeping with blaine!
- Slept once!
- Already late to say something I'd rather not know?

- Until you moved, I thought you were an Android who only need charging at night.
And, I work my ass off to look like that. It turned out, I suck as epic as succeed.
I don't know what happened to you at work, but honestly, the only opinion about which you should worry about your own.