Nick: I just wanted to say, and don't take this the wrong way...
Nick: Last night was the best night of my life.
Juliette: Really? I don't suppose you could get the day off.
Nick: I could... if people stopped killing each other.
Nick: Is this a "shut the door" kind of conversation?
Renard: My brother is here in Portland.
Nick: Is he some sort of "your highness"?
Renard: He's a Prince and he wields a lot of power in the Family.
Nick: What's he doing here?
Renard: He says he's here to discuss Family matters, but I never believe a word he says. You should know that his mother tried to murder mine. And me.
Nick: That would make for an awkward Christmas.
Renard: I wouldn't know. I was never included.
Nick: Okay, let's give it a try. All right, so there's a Wesen called a Cracher-Mortel, and apparently he can spit something in your face that can paralyze you to the point where you appear dead but you're not. And when you wake up a little bit later, you are a little crazed and very violent. You want to destroying everything that you can see. Apparently, this has something to do with a voodoo ritual...
Juleitte: So, just a normal day at the office?