“Scoot over, man. I don't like you that much."
"Dick. That's not what you said last night."
“Hell", Shane spit in disgust. "I can't hit a girl. Here, Claire. You hit her" He tossed her the bat.”
“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
“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 couch was empty, Shane hadn’t moved away. And he was watching her with warm, friendly eyes. Oh. Oh, wow, that was nice.”
“At least you left out the oh-my-God sauce this time."
"Made myself a batch with it," Shane said. "It's got the biohazard sticker on it in the fridge, so don't bitch if you get flamed.”
“Michael might have become a vampire, but watching him stand outside in the night air, breathing in his freedom Claire thought that was as human as it could get.”
“Shane's dad said, "I should have left you in the damn cage to fry, you ungrateful little bastard. You're no son of mine."
"Hallelujah," Shane said softly. Free at last.”
“Hold on, Claire Bear! Next stop, Crazytown!”
“Shane, honey, in Morganville, friends are the only things that keep you alive.”
“But that quickly faded, and he frowned. "You're bleeding," he said. "What happened?"
Claire sighed and held up her wrist to show him the bandage. "Man, you would be so embarrassed if I said it was something else." Michael looked blank. "I'm a girl, Michael, it could have been all natural, you know. Tampons?”
“Eve: She told me last!
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.”
“Oliver: You turned me down. So why, I wonder, did you decide Amelie would be a better choice?
Claire: She smells better. And she made me cookies.”
“Where's your sense of adventure?"
"Off on a beach somewhere with your sanity?”
“You know what we call pedestrians in Morganville? Mobile bloodbanks.”
“Oh -- who's the Queen?"
"Her, of course. The White Queen. You're just like Alice, you know. Down the rabbit hole with the Mad Hatter.”
“He broke the kiss and leaned against her, breathing hard. "Good morning to you, too. Man, I just can't stay mad when you do that.”