Oh, try not to sound so much like Mom—you don’t have the ovaries" (Monica Morrell - Last Breath)

Oliver: You turned me down. So why, I wonder, did you decide Amelie would be a better choice? Claire: She smells better. And she made me cookies.

Says the girl dressed up in formal Goth mourning," Shane said. "Seriously, who buys a black lace veil? You keep that on hand for special occasions, like prom and kid's birthdays?

You're much shorter than my mom." "Brat," she said, surprised into a giggle. "That's no way to talk to a vampire." "Bloodsucking brat." "Better" he said.

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

Bathroom, maybe? Which is where I need to go." "Ooh, me, too," Eve said. The boys rolled their eyes, like they'd planned it. "What? It's what girls do. Get over it.

I am not getting you a brain, because I am not that kind of assistant, Dr. Frankenstein.