It's called male bonding. You'll never get it. I believe women are as capable as men, deserve equal pay—and that one day, should be sooner than later, in my opinion, the right woman can and should be leader of the free world. But you can't understand the male bonding rituals any more than men can understand why the vast majority of women are obsessed with shoes and other footwear.

She was singed, bleeding, bruised, and furiously alive.

That woman doesn't have the sense God gave a retarded flea.

Eve, I know this continues to astound and baffle you, but I actually like to socialize." "I know. If it wasn't for that, you'd be perfect.

The doll, Dallas. You know, Barbie doll. Jeez, didn't you ever have dollies?" "Dolls are like small dead people. I have enough dead people, thanks.

Put all your eggs in one basket... the handle's going to break. Then all you've got is scrambled eggs.

He blinked, then roared with laughter. "Eve Dallas, Vampire Slayer. One for the books." ~Eternity in Death