I'm insane, not forgetful.

You want to go play with your new friends back there? The really pale ones with the taste for plasma? --Shane

Morely: You're trying to make me [i]Amelie[/i] Oliver: Goodness, no. You'd look terrible in a skirt

Fire is always ready to burn the hand it warms.

Amelie said, “I won’t be your servant in Morganville. Nor should you be mine. Equals.” She offered her hand to him, and he looked down at it, clearly taken aback. But he took it. “Now defend what is ours, my partner.” He grinned … grinned! … and whirled to meet Myrnin in midleap as Myrnin attacked.

She smells better," Claire said. "And she made me cookies.

Hannah leaned against the wall. "Mind if I call shotgun?" Since you're carrying one? Feel free.