These are from the first few chapters of Storm Front, the first book in the Dresden Files by Jim Butcher. Might do more, might not, but there are so many lines that are pretty golden.

“You’re kidding, right?”
“I’ve sort of got an appointment.”
“Your appointment can wait.”
“Have you had lunch yet?”
“Just because you’re paranoid doesn’t mean that there isn’t an invisible demon about to eat your face.”
“Don’t you have any other jackets?”
“The love suite.”
“What do you think, Mister Man?”
“Were you saving the panties to take home yourself, or did you just overlook them?”
“Not bad, Sherlock. But that’s just foreplay.”
“Are we dealing with magic here, or aren’t we?”
“Either that or it was really incredible sex.”
“They don’t want to believe in anything they didn’t see on Mister Science when they were kids.”
“Could you imagine a world where all the radio stations played ABBA?”
“You don’t get in the car, it isn’t going to be good for your legs.”
“I would like to discuss business with you.”
“You should really wear your seat belt. Statistics say you’re fifty or sixty percent safer.”
“How much would it cost to retain your services?”
“I am quite eager to establish a positive working relationship here. If it’s the money, I can offer you more.”
“I think you’ll be happier if you come down with the flu for a few days.”
“I’m not afraid of big men in big cars.“
“This is the third day.”
“She pronounced it like carrot. Amateurs.”
“Not like those Dungeons and Dragons games. The real thing.”
“I’m not cheap. It might be less costly for you to hire someone else.”
“I’m not worried about the money.”
“They say the stuff gives you the third sight.”
“Come on. Sit down. I’ll gt you a drink while I refuse to tell you anything.”
“Just a hint. A word of comment. Something shared between two people who are very attracted to one another.”
“You didn’t look down my blouse even once, did you?”
“I am pure of heart and mind. I cannot be corrupted.”
“How about if I ask some questions, and you just answer them with a yes or a no?”
“I am a poor liar.”
“Would you mind having dinner with me Saturday night?”
“Jackets and ties required. Can you manage?”
“You ugly, sneaky, hamhanded, big-nosed, flat-footed mortal worm!”
“Do you remember our deal from last time, or do we need to go over it again?”
“Release me!”
“Release me now, or you will feel the awful, terrible, irresistible might of the faery magic!”
“I will rot your teeth from your head! Take your eyes from their sockets! Fill your mouth with dung and your ears with worms!”
“Time, time. Is that all you mortals can ever think about?”
“This is good stuff.”
“I really could do the thing with the dung, you know.”
“I have deigned to grant you a single request of some small nature, for the generous gift of your cuisine.”
“It is my nature to be both benevolent and wise.”
“I want to hear you promise.”
“Fine, fine, fine! I promise, I promise, I promise!”
“Hah! I love it! We’re watching you.”