Claire, I-Look, my life is one long series of screw-ups and bad decisions, and I know that. I own that. But you...I just want you to be happy. And it cuts me when you're not." "I'm happy with you." She heard the smile in his voice this time. "So what do you really want? A storybook life in Vampireville, with your life on the line every day and a half?" "I'm considering it," she said. And she was.

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

EVE:so thats the bathroom where shane spends houres doing his hair shane:bite me

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

Great," Shane said. "Look i'd rather not be on janitorial duty. I have allergies to cleaners." "And to cleaning," Michael said. "Look who's talking, Didn't the do one of those Animal Planet documentaries about the roaches in your room?

She looked creepy/adorable.

He broke the kiss and leaned against her, breathing hard. "Good morning to you, too. Man, I just can't stay mad when you do that.