life is a work in progress.

Look, I hate good-byes, too. But sometimes, we need them just to survive.

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

Is it him?” Dad asked. “Did he get you into trouble?” “Not me,” Shane said. “I’ve just got that kind of face.

She smacked him so hard his momma felt it.

What was your name again?" "Still Eve." "No, I'm sure it's something else. That doesn't seem right.

I just went to work for a vampire, was scared by a spider, and got knocked down by a tanning bomb. And that’s just my day, not my week.