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.
Elaine Lewis: You hurt her again and it will be the last thing you ever do, I swear to God! You stay away from her! You stay away from this family! I swear to God, I will kill you!
Simon Lewis: Mom...
Elaine Lewis: YOU ARE NOT MY SON! You're a monster. GET OUT! GET OUT!
Simon Lewis: Everyone kind of hates me at the moment.
Jace Herondale: Popular as always, I see. What happened?
Simon Lewis: It's a long story. The Seelie Queen did some plant magic on my forehead, and now there's this mark there that blasts anyone who tries to hurt me.
Jace Herondale: So, you're saying as much as I'd like to, I probably shouldn't deck you right now?
Simon Lewis: Unless a full body cast is your idea of a good time, I'd say no. But, you know what? One for good measure?
Maia Roberts: Simon, about the tattoo...
Simon Lewis: Look, you don't have to apologize.
Maia Roberts: I wasn't going to. I was single at the time.
Simon Lewis: I know, and I just assume that pretty much everyone's slept with Jace at this point. It's only a matter of time before I sleep with him myself, I guess.
Maia Roberts: I don't know that I'd want my whole body covered in tattoos.
Jace Herondale: Says the girl with the butterfly tattoo.
Clary Fairchild: Butterfly tattoo?
Simon Lewis: How do you know about that? It's pretty well hidden.
Clary Fairchild: You saw it after one of her transformations? Or...
Jace Herondale: Not exactly. No.
Maia Roberts: Yeah...