BIO:

Anri: Has he done something to upset you? You know, it’s not very nice to push people around like that. If either of you have a disagreement you should talk it out. There shouldn’t be anything you can’t solve through a little communication.
Sye: Dear God. She’s going to talk him to death.

Sye: No, you don’t look it, but as you said, looks have been known to be deceiving. You look more like something the cat dragged in and mashed up.
Anri: What?
Sye: A turn of phrase. It means you look like shit.
Anri: By “shit” I hope you mean something better.
Sye: That’s relative to the individual.
Anri: Aren’t you going to ask me anymore questions?
Sye: No. I’d be smarter of me to try and make rocks cry.
Anri: You can make them cry if you grind them up in water.
Sye: Do you want me to ask you questions?
Anri: Do you want me to want you to ask me questions?
Sye: That depends on if you want to answer the questions.
Anri: That’s relative to the question.
Anson: What in God’s name are you two talking about?
Gregory: (sigh) You’re going to regret not killing her.