Oliver: You turned me down. So why, I wonder, did you decide Amelie would be a better choice? Claire: She smells better. And she made me cookies.

You know what we call pedestrians in Morganville? Mobile bloodbanks.

Bouncing in hoppy little circles like a demented Goth bunny.

All right," he said. "Since you ask so nicely." "I wasn't asking." "I'm aware of that. The sharp point in my back did make it clear.

Shane: "Score," he said, and raised the crowbar in triumph. "Who's your daddy?" - Black Dawn

God, it was hot! Forget about frying an egg on the sidewalk; this kind of heat would fry an egg inside the chicken.

We can be lonely together