Turn down the porn soundtrack! Trying to concentrate here!-Shane.
Well, I can throw a mean comeback, so there’s that. I will crush them on wit.
God is forgiving or we would not still be walking this world. But to be moral is not to need his divine forgiveness, I think.
Shane? Thank God, somebody sane. Well, sane-ish.
They don’t know you’re secretly a badass?
Mom and Dad had a lot to answer for, she decided. She couldn’t even be rude to evil vampires who’d caged her boyfriend and were preparing to roast him alive.
Eve was still frowning at the pasta like she suspected it was going to do something clever, like try to escape from the pot.
Whatever, crazy chick who maybe lives here and maybe also breaks into Michael’s house when they’re all gone. I’m out. Have a nice delusion. -Shayne.
That’s kind of a leap, but the Russian judge gave you a nine point five for style, so okay.
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 hardly broke any laws at all. I should drive more often.
Yeah, she was hot, all right, but I think she had the hots for you – kept saying how she saw you over at the Waterhouse last year and you were all, like, wow, amazing. It was like a menage a trois, only you weren’t there, thank God.
I feel safer with my old enemy beside me.
There is a certain freedom in giving up all hope. One is no longer bound by the cords of dread or fear; you simply move toward the inevitable without thinking on the consequences.
They came out in a dim, damp basement – a generic sort of place, full of moulding boxes. ‘You take me to the nicest places,’ Claire said, and sneezed.
I’m still alive. And I’m still fabulous.
And without forgiveness, there is never any peace.
It’s like disco inferno up in here.
I only need to know one thing. Am I going to need the flamethrower?
Hey! Sorry, lady, but nobody’s staking anybody at this party! I hung a disco ball for this.