I’m sorry, Eve. I love you. I’m not letting you do this.” She screamed and battered harder. “You love me? You asshole! Let me go!

You look like a Goth factory exploded all over you!" he called as she ran down the hall. "Love you, too, jackass!

He hung up on her. She'd just been hung up on by a disembodied brain in a jar. Fantastic.

"I don't like this," he said. "I don't like knowing you can't forgive me, Claire. Please, I said I was sorry, what do you want me to do? Beg? I will. I'll get on my knees right here if you want."

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

That's it? That's your big goodbye?" Eve asked. Claire looked at Eve mystified. "I think I need guy CliffNotes." "Guys aren't deep enough to need CliffNotes." "What were you waiting for, flowery poetry?" Shane snorted. "I hugged. I'm done.

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