How’d you get to be so good at this?””I had a good teacher.””Better not have been Myrnin or I’ll have to kick his predatory ass.””I mean you, dummy.””Oh.

He’s not doing anything he shouldn’t be doing, right?” “Like what?””Like hitting on you.””Ew. No, of course not. He doesn’t see me that way.” Michael shook his head and went back to his coffee.”What? You think he does?””Sometimes he looks at you a little… oddly, that’s all. Maybe you’re right. Maybe he just wants you...

Well, I can throw a mean comeback, so there’s that. I will crush them on wit.

Well…I would make an awesome mayor. I’m very photogenic.

Please don’t go away. You–you matter. To me.

The only way to stop a rebellion is to crush it with blood and fire, and to wound them so they’ll never dare to raise a hand again.

I almost get killed at most parties. Hence, you can tell that’s how much I love them.

You’re always caring about strays and outcasts among us, myself included. You really are a very odd girl, you know; so little sense of what is good for you.

Did you talk to him about it?””Oh, sure. Nothing happened, yadda yadda. The usual. But my maydar went off like crazy.””Maydar?””As in, he may be thinking about super hot sex with her. Like radar, only not as sure.

Blame Eve.

I love it when you talk dirty physics.

Claire stretched out against the wall and kissed it. “Glad to see you, too,” she whispered, and pressed her cheek against the smooth surface. It almost felt like it hugged her back.”Dude, it’s a house,” Shane said from behind her. “Hug somebody who cares.

Follow my finger.” He moved it around, tracking my eye movements. “Any blurred vision?””Well I think I’m hallucinating, because I see a big talking pile of crap.” – Joanne Baldwin.

I’m not obliged to defend your dignity. Provided you have any.

Don’t play his game. Play yours.

I’m good. And it’s good to see you’ve kept up the tradition of getting the holy shit beat out of you,even when you’re in a nice, civilized place.

Here’s a tip…If you leave a girl crying you’re probably not doing your Don Juan routine right, asshole.

And then I heard the ring of metal on concrete, and I went cold, because one of them had found a piece of rebar lying around, and I knew with sudden certainty that these guys were going to kill me right here on this stupid sidewalk, for nothing, without even the reason of knowing my...

His smile was bright and sweet and hot enough to melt solid steel. “Is this the part where I kiss you?””If you like.””Oh,” he said, “I like.

Claire. Wake up.” She blinked and realized that her head was on Shane’s shoulder, and Michael was nowhere to be seen. Her first thought was, Oh my God, am I drooling? Her second was that she hadn’t realized she was so close to him, snuggled in. Her third was that although Michael’s part of the...

Okay, this was kissing. Serious kissing. Not just a kiss before moving out, not a good-bye, this was Hello, sexy, and wow, she’d never even suspected that it could feel this way.

You’re kidding. I thought all geniuses read Latin. Isn’t that the international language for smart people?”-Shane (Glass Houses)

Vampires can hear us, anyway.

Hell,’ Shane spit in disgust. ‘I can’t hit a girl. Here, Claire. You hit her.’ He tossed her the bat.

Better be,” Eve said. She mock-bit at his finger. “I could totally date somebody else, you know.””And I could rent out your room.””And I could put your game console on eBay.””Hey,” Shane protested. “Now you’re just being mean.

Did he just say–?””Yes,” Claire said, smiling. “Yes, he did.””Whoa. Guess I’d better stay alive, then.

Anybody else think that was weird?’ Shane asked as they got into the car. Eve sent him an exasperated glance; the three of them were, of course, in the backseat. Amelie had the front, with Michael.’Ya think? In general, or in particular?”Weird that we got through the entire thing, and I didn’t have to hit...

I love arguing with you, Claire. You always surprise me. And occasionally, you even make sense.

I’m so glad you’re okay.””So, how do we celebrate my okayness? It’s my day off. Let’s go crazy. Glow-in-the-dark bowling?””No””I’ll let you use the kiddie ball.””Shut up. I do NOT need the kiddie ball.””The way you bowl, I think you might.”He grabbed her in an exaggerated formal dance pose and whirled her around, backpack and...

Hannah: What’s your plan?Claire: Go get himHannah: Honey, that is not a plan. That’s what we in the military call an objective.

Now could you please ask these idiots to stop pointing their bullets at me? It’s terribly wasteful.

Don’t worry…Someone will pay for your suffering. Heavily. With screaming.

This one is named Eve,” I said. “And don’t check my teeth like I’m your livestock. I bite back.

Morely: You’re trying to make me [i]Amelie[/i] Oliver: Goodness, no. You’d look terrible in a skirt

Shane? Thank God, somebody sane. Well, sane-ish.

I never meant it,” he was saying. “Never meant it to happen. Can’t stand it,seeing her suffer. Must do something, do something… What do I do? What can I do…?

Let’s say she’s a friend of the family.

Yes,” he said. “I am sure. I double-checked everything after you went home yesterday. I even made a few improvements, just in case.” The first part of that reassured her. The second part… not so much. “What kind of improvements?” “Oh, nothing, really. Mostly just streamlining. You really did very well; I certainly don’t want...

You’re still here. No beer. I’m not corrupting a minor.””But you’re a minor,” she pointed out. “At least for beer.””Yeah, and by the way, how much does it suck that I’m an adult if I kill somebody, and I’m not if I want a beer?

My dad used to say that life’s a journey, but somebody screwed up and lost the map.

Jealous?””Maybe.””No reason. I like my ladies with a pulse.

You’re dead,” I repeated. “So why are you in my dream?”He raised the bill of his olive drab ball cap with one finger. ” Good question. Morbid, isn’t it?””What?””Dreaming about dead peolpe. Creepy. You ever see a therapist about that?””I’m not -” Even in dreams, I couldn’t win an argument. Even when he was dead.

I hate traveling with amateurs.

You know what we call pedestrians in Morganville? Mobile bloodbanks.

Girl, we need to get you on a study program, fast. You’re not going to last a week around here if you can’t keep up with the pop culture references. How about Lord of the Rings? Firefly? Doctor Horrible? No? Clearly we have a lot of work to do.

What’s her name? Claire, what’s her name?

Myrnin turned away to pick up his Ben Franklin spectacles, balanced them on his nose, and looked over them to say, “Don’t do drugs. I feel I ought to say that.

Hey, Dark Princess? Here’s your crap. Also, bite me.

Myrnin was silent for a beat, and then he said, “Bob would be very disappointed in you.

At the very leadt, we can grab Monica and hustle her skanky ass back to her dad wile you brave, strong menfolk hold off the bad guys. Right?