I knew we’d wear them down,” Eve said. “After all, we really are amazingly cool.” And now it was Eve’s turn for the high five with Shane. “For a bunch of misfit geeks, slackers, and losers.” Which one are you?” Shane asked. She flipped him off. “Oh, right. Loser. Thanks for reminding me.

I just—we were talking, and we fell asleep. I swear, we didn’t, um—’’ ‘‘Yeah, you’d better not have ummed.

I drink blood, you eat tacos, get the f*ck over it!" -Michel Glass

I liked you better when you were this timid little kid. What happened?” “I started living with you guys.” “Oh, right.

Look, I hate good-byes, too. But sometimes, we need them just to survive.

You couldn't be romantic if your life depended on it." "You know what's lucky? Most bad guys don't ask you to be romantic on command, so that probably won't matter.

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