What’s her name? Claire, what’s her name?

Girl, it's an umbrella, not a Lamborghini.

Where are you going?” “To get a Coke!” “Would you—” “No!

I am sorry my decisions do not meet with your approval, but nevertheless, they are mine, and the consequences are also mine.

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

You were leaving, and you didn't even know if I was okay.

You're kidding," Shane said. "Do you think I want to visit Crazy McTeeth in his lair of insanity?" "No," Claire said, "but I'm pretty sure you won't like it if I go alone when I just kind of promised to be with you. So...?" "Right. I've been missing Nutty McFang anyway." "Stop making up names for him." "What about Count Crackula?" "Just stop.