Oliver: Fear is the natural state of anything that dies.

How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?" "I sweat perfume. Like all girls.

Hannah leaned against the wall. "Mind if I call shotgun?" Since you're carrying one? Feel free.

Myrnin: "I shall name him Bob, Bob the spider" Claire: "You're insane." Myrnin: "Why Claire, I thought that was part of my charm." (something like that)

Saint Claire, the patron saint of the kick-me sign.

Oh, Claire," he said. "You think me a far better man than I am. That's kind, and flattering." "Are you saying that you -" "Doughnuts!" Myrnin interrupted her and darted away, to zip back in seconds with an open box.

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.