You know what we call pedestrians in Morganville? Mobile bloodbanks.

The rule of the Morrell family was over, and Richard owned a used-car lot and Monica worked at a nail salon, until one day she got run over by a bus. Very sad.

How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we've had?" "I sweat perfume. Like all girls.

Michael had to pound me a couple of times to convince me not to go stage a rescue." Shane shrugged. "He hits like a girl, for a vampire.

Eve was still frowning at the pasta like she suspected it was going to do something clever, like try to escape from the pot.

He hung up on her. She'd just been hung up on by a disembodied brain in a jar. Fantastic.

You know," I said to Michael, "my girlfriend took him down with a broken tree branch." "Too bad she isn't here," he said.