What did I do?" he said. "Cake! It's cake! Delicious cake!

He (Michael) was gone in a whisper of air, hardly making any sound at all, and Claire shivered and leaned against Shane’s solid, very human warmth. His arms went around her, and he touched his lips lightly to the back of her neck. “How can you smell this good after the kind of crappy day we’ve had?” “I sweat perfume. Like all girls.

Well, I can throw a mean comeback, so there's that. I will crush them on wit.

Not everything is about beating your head against the wall until it breaks.” “Just most things.

I love arguing with you, Claire. You always surprise me. And occasionally, you even make sense.

Hello! Your dear father is unfortunately very dead," he called. "And you said my dispersal system would never work!

Shane settled his flamethrower more comfortably on his shoulders. “Ladies? After you.” “Rude,” Claire said. “I was being polite!” “Not when you have a flamethrower.