Your father's an asshole. It's not a disease. You don't have to catch it.
I love arguing with you, Claire. You always surprise me. And occasionally, you even make sense.
She can go with us to the lab and keep Myrnin pinned down while we pull the plug, if he's not... you know, better." "Define BETTER with that guy." "Not all fangs and raaaaar.
There is two feet of space between us, and about a mile of separation.
You know what we call pedestrians in Morganville? Mobile bloodbanks.
And somewhere in heaven, Versace sheds a single, perfect tear.