Her eyes burned, her muscles ached, but in some strange and secret place, she was happy to finally be doing something that wasn't just protecting herself, but protecting other people, too.

I'm still alive. And I'm still fabulous.

Even in an apocalypse like this, surely running out of Coke qualified as a disaster.

Shane - "Tell you what: you can be Glammera the vampire hunter. I'll stick with being manly and heavily armed.

And by the way, showers. Look into them, Doug!

He hung up on her. She'd just been hung up on by a disembodied brain in a jar. Fantastic.

I am not getting you a brain, because I am not that kind of assistant, Dr. Frankenstein.