Shane looked…pale. Pale and shaken and—how predictable was this?—pissed.

Myrnin turned away to pick up his Ben Franklin spectacles, balanced them on his nose, and looked over them to say, "Don't do drugs. I feel I ought to say that.

Where's your sense of adventure?" "Off on a beach somewhere with your sanity?

I hardly broke any laws at all. I should drive more often.

Jason: I'm all for hobbies, but you think this is the time for origami? Whatcha making, a crane?

You're sure he's not a vampire?' Claire said.'I've seen movies. They're sneaky.' She was kidding. Eve didn't smile.

He let Shane drop back down in his chair, and walked out, back stiff. Furious. Shane sat with his hands clutching at the armrests. He exchanged a stunned look with Eve, and they both stood up at once. "No," Shane said. "I did it. Let me fix it." He went off after Michael. Eve chewed her lip and said, "Well, we're either going to see half the house destroyed, or their bromance is going to go all the way.