Yeah, and by the way? How much does it suck that I'm an adult if I kill somebody, and not if I want a beer?

In any group of people, no matter how hard-assed they might appear, there’s always a geek.

It's not your enemies who are likeliest to hurt you. It is, always, those you trust.

He let Shane drop back down in his chair, and walked out, back stiff. Furious. Shane sat with his hands clutching at the armrests. He exchanged a stunned look with Eve, and they both stood up at once. "No," Shane said. "I did it. Let me fix it." He went off after Michael. Eve chewed her lip and said, "Well, we're either going to see half the house destroyed, or their bromance is going to go all the way.

Tell me he’s not talking to Brandon,” Claire said. “Um… Ok. He’s not talking to Brandon.” “You’re lying.” “Yeah. He’s talking to Brandon. Look, let Shane do his thing, okay? He’s not as stupid as he looks, mostly.

Because you know, I’m your best friend, but you’re just not that badass, man.

Oliver . . . well. Who knew if Oliver’s problem was the disease or just a bad attitude?