No,” Shane said. “I’m not leaving you two here alone. We stick together.” “I’m still not kissing you,” Michael said. “Tease.

Oliver: Fear is the natural state of anything that dies.

claire:shes floating whats wrong with that shane:Nothing but she didnt even insult me now thats just wrong.it desturbs me.

Shane: "Bro," he said, in an injured tone, "I had to go out with a flamethrower, and you weren't there to see it." Michael: "Pics or it didn't happen." Shane: "Dude, little busy for pics. You know, throwing flame." - Black Dawn

Perv." He pointed to himself. "Male and eighteen. What's your point?

You humans, always eating. I'll make you soup. You can eat it while you keep working." Myrnin set aside his book and walked into the back of the lab. "Don't use the same beaker you used for poisons!" Claire yelled after him. He waved a pale hand. "I mean it!

Oh, try not to sound so much like Mom—you don’t have the ovaries" (Monica Morrell - Last Breath)