You can't go around... licking things that come out of a water treatment plant. That's just... unsanitary.

That's kind of a leap, but the Russian judge gave you a nine point five for style, so okay.

I am sorry my decisions do not meet with your approval, but nevertheless, they are mine, and the consequences are also mine.

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

See?" she heard Shane yell at the kitchen. "She doesn't stomp around like a cattle stampede!" "Bite me, Collins! No bacon for you, either!

That's brain tissue. How can you-?" Claire shut her mouth, fast. "Never mind. I don't think I wanna know." "Truly, I think that's best. Please take it." He showed his teeth briefly in a very unsettling grin. "I'm giving you a piece of my mind." "I so wish you hadn't said that.

Of course, I thought I was badass at sixteen, too. Wait, I was badass at sixteen. Oh, yeah.