Yeah, she was hot, all right, but I think she had the hots for you - kept saying how she saw you over at the Waterhouse last year and you were all, like, wow, amazing. It was like a menage a trois, only you weren't there, thank God.

Yeah, I know. Terror Aerobics. Just wait until they get it at the gym. It'll be bigge than pilates. --Eve

Does it give you déjà voodoo how alike the houses are?" "That's déjà vu, and I hate you right now

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.

Not everything is about beating your head against the wall until it breaks.” “Just most things.

Hannah leaned against the wall. "Mind if I call shotgun?" Since you're carrying one? Feel free.

No, Michael was all good. Killed, dismembered, buried, reborn…yeah, just another day in the life.