Clary Fairchild: Thank you, all of you. I honestly don't know what I would do without you.
Simon Lewis: That's what family's for, Fray.
Simon Lewis: It's pretty impressive how popular you are with your exes.
Izzy Lightwood: Less impressive how quickly they become my exes.
Simon Lewis: Just haven't met the right guy yet.
Meliorn: Always happy to be of service to you and your boyfriend?
Simon Lewis: We're just friends.
Izzy Lightwood: Good friends.
Meliorn: In that case, we should hang out again sometime. Bring your friend if you like.
Simon Lewis: I think you're the vampire I'm looking for. I just wanna ask a few questions about this thing called the Mark of Cain, which can really mess you up if you try to attack me right now. So, please, let's just talk. (both of their marks "attack" each other) You have the Mark of Cain, too.
Cain: My dear boy... I am Cain.
Izzy Lightwood: I know these tunnels inside out. I used to sneak out when I was a kid and hunt demons down here.
Simon Lewis: Sure. Normal teenager stuff.
Raphael Santiago: There's a legend... of a vampire who lives in hiding in the sewers of New York. They say he's the oldest vampire in the city, maybe even the world. No one I've met has even heard of his name, let alone seen his face. If there's someone who knows of these kinds of things... it would be him.
Simon Lewis: How do you know this guy actually exists?
Raphael Santiago: Aren't all the legends true?
Alec Lightwood: I have another way you can be helpful. (hans him a stele)
Simon Lewis: What am I gonna do with a steely?
Alec Lightwood: Stele.
Simon Lewis: I've heard it both ways.
Simon Lewis (to his mother): Your son, Simon... he isn't a vampire. That's just how you're dealing with your grief. There was an accident. But your son felt no pain. And in his last moments... In his last moments, he thought about how much he's gonna miss you. And, no matter where he ends up in his next life... He will never stop thinking about you. He will always love you. Simon Lewis is dead.
Rebecca Lewis: I've read enough YA to know what happens. So, how long is it until I turn?
Simon Lewis: You won't. I promise. You'd have to have died with my blood in your system, then get buried, and then... um... feed as soon as you crawled out of your own grave.
Rebecca Lewis: Oh, Simon... You went through all of that alone? You died?
Simon Lewis: Medically speaking, yeah.
Rebecca Lewis: Well, I guess... all of your sketchy behaviour makes more sense now.