But that quickly faded, and he frowned. "You're bleeding," he said. "What happened?" Claire sighed and held up her wrist to show him the bandage. "Man, you would be so embarrassed if I said it was something else." Michael looked blank. "I'm a girl, Michael, it could have been all natural, you know. Tampons?

Perv." He pointed to himself. "Male and eighteen. What's your point?

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

Right. I’ve been missing Nutty McFang anyway.” “Stop making up names for him.” “What about Count Crackula?” “Just stop.

I have permission to live off campus.” She didn’t say from whom, because it was primarily herself.

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

Hey! Sorry, lady, but nobody's staking anybody at this party! I hung a disco ball for this.