She says you're not awake until you're actually out of bed and standing up.

I saw endless depths of brown, the depths I'd fallen into so many times. No red rings. Dimitri...was not a Strigoi. And he was weeping.

You know, I might miss some of your witticisms when you’re gone, but one thing I won’t miss? Your overwhelming sense of melodrama and despair. It’s too much even for me.

Can't you ever get off for good behavior?" "Sure, if I was ever good.

your eyes... they're beautiful.you're beautiful." *sigh*

I didn't just get an idea. I got a great idea.

Poor Martin. Geek or no, committing his soul to eternal damnation was a helluva price to pay for six minutes.