Fang

'You...are...a...fridge...with wings,' Fang ground out, punching an Eraser hard with every word. "We're...freaking...ballet...dancers.'" -Fang

"Boy, you just can't kill people like you used to." -Fang

ter Borcht: "Is dere anysing special about you? Anysing vorth saving?"
"Besides my fashion sense? I play a mean harmonica." -Fang

Max: "Did you know it wasn't me, the other Max?"
Fang: "Yeah."
Max: "When?"
Fang: "Right away."
Max: "How? We look identical. She even had identical scars and scratches. She was wearing my clothes. How could you tell us apart?
Fang: "She offered to cook breakfast."

Max: "I HATE YOU!!!"
Fang: "NO YOU DOOOOOON'T!!"
Voice: "You two are crazy about each other."