News flash, lady. There are no queens anymore,” Shane said. He loaded shells in a shotgun and snapped it shut, then searched for a place to strap it on that didn’t interfere with the flamethrower. “No queens, no kings, no emperors. Not in America. Only CEOs. Same thing, but not so many crowns.

Run first,' Shane said. 'Mourn later.' It was the perfect motto for Morganville.

Claire: Seriously? My mom? Let you in my room? In the middle of the night? Michael: Moms like me.

Is it crazy right now to say I love you?” She didn’t even pause. “Given that I just stabbed you? Seems a little weird, yeah.

Besides," Shane said "I want to see Monica's face when she catches sight of the two of you. Kodak moment.

I'm insane, not forgetful.

And before you ask, no, you're not driving, Myrnin. I remember the last time." "That accident was not my fault." "You were the only one on the road, and the mailbox actually didn't leap out in front of you. No arguments. You sit in the back, too.