(After Jace saves Simon...)
Valentine Morgenstern: You have no idea what you've done, Jonathan. No idea.
Jace Herondale: I saved a life. One you tried to take. I know that much.
Valentine Morgenstern: Not a human life. You resurrected a monster that will only kill to feed again. His kind are always hungry—
Simon Lewis: I'm hungry right now. I wouldn't mind a little more blood. Of course your blood would probably choke me, you poisonous piece of—
(Magnus makes the van able to drive on water...)
Jace Herondale: Now this is really going to impress Valentine.
Clary Fairchild: I don't know. Other crack teams get bat boomerangs and wall-crawling powers; we get the Aquatruck.
Magnus Bane: If you don't like it, Nephilim, you're welcome to see if you can walk on the water.
Izzy Lightwood (about Simon): And now what are we supposed to do?
Raphael Santiago: Bury him.
Jace Herondale: That's not funny.
Raphael Santiago: It isn't supposed to be. It is how we are made. We are drained, blooded, and buried. When he digs his own way out of a grave, that is when a vampire is born.
Izzy Lightwood (disgusted): I don't think I could do that.
Raphael Santiago: Some can't. If no one is there to help them dig out, they stay like that, trapped like rats under the earth.
(When Clary and Jace still thought they're siblings...)
Clary Fairchild: Why are you doing this to me?
Jace Herondale: Because you're lying to me. And you're lying to yourself.
Clary Fairchild: What do you want me to tell you? The truth? The truth is that I love Simon like I should love you, and I wish he was my brother and you weren't, but I can't do anything about that and neither can you!
(Seelie Queen forces Clary and Jace to kiss while they still think they're siblings...)
Jace Herondale: Was that good enough? Did that entertain you?
(Seelie Queen is smiling...)
Seelie Queen: We are quite entertained. But not, I think, so much as the both of you.
Jace Herondale: I can only assume, that mortal emotions amuse you because you have none of your own.
(Seelie Queen smiles no more...)
Seelie Queen: I am only curious. It is not often I have young Shadowhunters so close within my purview. Like us, you trace your ancestry to heaven; that intrigues me.
Jace Herondale: But unlike you, there is nothing of hell in us.
Seelie Queen: You are mortal; you age; you die. If that is not hell, pray tell me, what is?
Jace: You know how the bonds of family are, my lady. They cling as tightly as vines. And sometimes, like vines, they cling tightly enough to kill.
Seelie Queen: You would betray your own father for the sake of the Clave?
Jace: Even so, Lady.
Seelie Queen (laughs): Who would have thought, that Valentine's little experiments would turn on him?
Izzy Lightwood: Experiments?
Seelie Queen (to Jace): The Fair Folk are a people of secrets. Our own, and others'. Ask your father, when next you see him, what blood runs in your veins, Jonathan.
(They step into the Seelie realm through a pond. Izzy lands gracefully unlike others...)
Izzy Lightwood: Oooh, that was fun.
Jace Herondale: That does it. I'm going to get you a dictionary for Christmas this year.
Izzy Lightwood: Why?
Jace Herondale: So you can look up "fun." I'm not sure you know what it means.
Izzy Lightwood: You're raining on my parade.
Jace Herondale: It's a pretty wet parade already, if you hadn't noticed.