Can I come back and see you sometime?" "Long as you bring me some chocolate," Gramma said, and smiled. "I'm partial to chocolate." "Gramma, you're diabetic." "I'm old, girl. Gonna die of something. Might as well be chocolate.

Michael had to pound me a couple of times to convince me not to go stage a rescue." Shane shrugged. "He hits like a girl, for a vampire.

You were right,” she said. “You were always right, about everything. And I will always love you, Sam. Forever.

...will you be so kind as to provide me with a few places where I might look for a murderer?" "The mirror's a great place to start

Keys," she repeated, and slowly stepped back. "What do you mean, keys?" "Car keys. As in, give them up. Now." Shane had that look -- hard, and no bullshit. "We don't have time for your drama, Monica. Nobody does.

I think I'd fall for you no matter what, Claire. You're kind of awesome.

You better check your playlist. Because you are on the wrong track.