Eve: She told me last! Shane: Boyfriend! Michael: Landlord! Eve: Crap. Right. Next time you sell your soul to the devil, I get first contact!
If you ask me if I’m okay again, I’m going to smack myself in the face just to punish you.
My dad used to say that life’s a journey, but somebody screwed up and lost the map.
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.
Claire: So we do nothing? Michael: We do the best nothing you’ve ever seen.
As she turned to concentrate on the portal, Eve tugged on Claire’s shirt. “What?” “Ask him where he got the boots.” “You ask.” Personally, Claire wanted the vampire bunny slippers.
The universe explodes, hell freezes, and Shane does something resonable.
I love arguing with you, Claire. You always surprise me. And occasionally, you even make sense.
I’m a vampire, idiot. I don’t have x-ray vision.” “Some supernatural monster you are, remind me to trade you in for a werewolf, bro. Probably be more useful right now.
Am I not ninja enough? Are you saying that I lack ninja?
Parents had some kind of sin radar, Claire thought. They always called when you were in the middle of something you just knew they’d consider wrong. Or at least risky.
You know what we call pedestrians in Morganville? Mobile bloodbanks.
I am not getting you a brain, because I am not that kind of assistant, Dr. Frankenstein.
I think I’d fall for you no matter what, Claire. You’re kind of awesome.
Don’t run I never liked fast food.
Bite me.
Oliver laughed – actually laughed.“I like this new Claire,” he said. “You should work her this hard all the time, Myrnin. She’s interesting when she’s forthright.” Claire, possessed by the spirit of Eve, shot him the finger. Which made him laugh again, shake his head, and walk up the steps.
Maybe I should, I don’t know leave? Because this is starting to sound like one of those reality shows I don’t want to be in. Maybe you guys want to take turns in the confessional booth.
Unfortunately, my army consists of one unreliable criminal, one girl with a disability, and one incredibly foolish young vampire with a tanning issue. I am not confident.
Even in an apocalypse like this, surely running out of Coke qualified as a disaster.