I just—we were talking, and we fell asleep. I swear, we didn’t, um—’’‘‘Yeah, you’d better not have ummed.
I had a good teacher.Better not have been Myrnin or I'll have to kick his predatory ass.I mean you, dummy.
He started to touch the mechanism under the keyboard, then pulled his hand back with a snap.Ah, he said. Must deactivate the security....Turn around, please.What?Turn around, Claire. It's a secure pas...
Better be, Eve said. She mock-bit at his finger. I could totally date somebody else, you know.And I could rent out your room.And I could put your game console on eBay.Hey, Shane protested. Now you're...
I don’t see a way in, Eve whispered.Why are you whispering? Myrnin whispered back. Vampires can hear us, anyway.
Hannah leaned against the wall. 'Mind if I call shotgun?''Since you're carrying one? Feel free.
Whatever, crazy chick who maybe lives here and maybe also breaks into Michael's house when they're all gone. I'm out. Have a nice delusion. -Shayne
Okay, this was kissing. Serious kissing. Not just a kiss before moving out, not a good-bye, this was Hello, sexy, and wow, she’d never even suspected that it could feel this way.
Jeez, Claire. If I didn't love you, you'd scare me.
What was your name again?Still Eve.No, I'm sure it's something else. That doesn't seem right.
No, not you two. Stay here.''Does he just not get how unfair and sexist that is?' Eve asked. 'Men.''You really want to go first?''Of course no. But I'd like the chance to to go first.
Me neither, Shane put in. Homie don’t play that.I wonder, sometimes, if your generation speaks English at all, Amelie said.
Stop being so...Charming?Attractive?Irresistible?I'm going with arrogant.
Oh -- who's the Queen?Her, of course. The White Queen. You're just like Alice, you know. Down the rabbit hole with the Mad Hatter.
As she turned to concentrate on the portal, Eve tugged on Claire's shirt. What?Ask him where he got the boots.You ask. Personally, Claire wanted the vampire bunny slippers.
What about e-mail? It is e-mail, yes? Morley asked, leaning even closer. E-mail is a kind of electronic letter. It travels through the air. He seemed very smug that he knew that. Well, not exactly, an...
Sure, she said, and hugged the laptop bag closer. What could go wrong?Michael’s eyes flashed to meet hers in the rearview mirror.Besides everything, I mean, she said.
Scoot over, man. I don't like you that much. Dick. That's not what you said last night.Bite me.
See? she heard Shane yell at the kitchen. She doesn't stomp around like a cattle stampede!Bite me, Collins! No bacon for you, either!
You're kidding. I thought all geniuses read Latin. Isn't that the international language for smart people?-Shane (Glass Houses)