Cyr-frey - Commander Donald Morgan.

Charity: knock knock

Michael: Who's there? I hope it's you, because you're the best.

Who does Jim Butcher think he is, ripping my heart out

“You’re a person of many virtues. Patience, however, is not one of them.”

Michael Carpenter: Sure, you may be verified on Twitter. But are you verified in the eyes of God?

Carlos: Morgan, come get this spider. I can’t get to it.

Morgan: I’m the justice department, not the pest control department

Carlos: Morgan, come get this spider. I can't get to it.

Morgan: I'm the justice department, not the pest control department

My one of my two favorite scenes from Turn Coat

“It’s a tough target,” I admitted. “It knows magic, and how to defend against it.” “Yes,” Morgan said. He watched me pick a preloaded syringe of antibiotics from the cooler. “And its abilities are more than the equal of both of us put together.” “Jinkies,” I said. I primed the syringe and pushed the antibiotics into the IV line. Then I got the codeine and a cup of water, offering Morgan both. He downed the pills, laid his head back wearily, and closed his eyes. “I Saw one once, too,” he said. I started cleaning up. I didn’t say anything. “They aren’t invulnerable. They can be killed.” I tossed wrappers into the trash can and restored equipment to the medical kit. I grimaced at the bloodied rug that still lay beneath Morgan. I’d have to get that out from under him soon. I turned to leave, but stopped in the doorway. “How’d you do it?” I asked, without looking behind me. It took him a moment to answer. I thought he’d passed out again. “It was the fifties,” he said. “Started in New Mexico. It followed me to Nevada. I lured it onto a government testing site, and stepped across into the Nevernever just before the bomb went off.” I blinked and looked over my shoulder at him. “You nuked it?” He opened one eye and smiled. It was sort of creepy. “Stars and stones… that’s…” I had to call a spade a spade. “Kind of cool.” “Gets me to sleep at night,” he mumbled. He closed his eye again, sighed, and let his head sag a little to one side.

Harry: Hi Morgan. Killed anyone today?

Morgan: The day ain’t over yet…

Morgan: Although, I’ll be damned if he doesn’t disagree with me just because I said it.

Luccio: I don’t think that’s true.

Morgan: *turns around* Ebenezar, it’s hotter than hell in here!

Ebenezar: *without looking up* Freezing!

Morgan: Good coffee, though!

Ebenezar: *holds up coffee cup* Rat piss!

Morgan: The Merlin is an incompetent sucker.

Ebenezar: No, Morgan, he’s in fact one of the finest wizards I’ve ever had the good fortune of working with.

Morgan: *whirls around to Luccio* You’re a witness. *walks off*

Totally real fact:

Morgan strings random words from different languages together in a sentence when he’s tired in an attempt to get people to leave him alone.