“Whatever. I'm pretty sure Mercutio was a vampire. He had the attitude, you know? He just never got a chance to show his fangs.”

“Brad Pitt just moved in with you. I swear, Tea, he looks just like a young Brad Pitt, and you get to keep him! This is so not fair. Walter looked like Jack Black. You know he did.-Abby”

“ You don't like me talking to other girls?""I don't like you grinning at them."Teagan admitted"Then tame me with your fine Irish eyes, girl.""Humph.""You have nothing to worry about. You've had my heart since...""When?""I was just trying to sort it, " Fin said. "It could have been the time you explained how its cockles were related to a shellfish." he paused. "No, it was when you flat refused to kiss me-- and me thinking I'd never see you agina, risking my kife to lead the goblins away into the night. It was heroic. And sad."Teagan punched his arm."All right." He smiled. "It was the first time I set eyes on you. My heart stopped beating, and that's a fact.""I know," Teagan said. "The first time I met you, it made me throw up."Finn knit his brows. "I'll never get over how romantic you are. It's like you've stepped right out of one of those fairy movies Aiden's making Roisin watch.”

“I need to speak to Roisin," he said. Finn rubbed his jaw. "Then I suggest you get off my girl's lap. And put some clothes on, man. You're indecent.”

“The one with wormies swelling his belly?" Finn looked disgusted. "It's not so swollen anymore." "Right. So it's Maggot Cat pus on my duct tape. As soon as Thomas comes out of the restroom I'm going to wash this in hand sanitizer. Then throw up."Teagan reached for the duct tape, but he moved it away. "Don't be touching it, girl. It's disgusting. I'll deal with it.”

“Teagan: How long has it been since you read a book that didn’t havevampires in it?Abby: They write books with no vampires? Wait...the penguins made us read that Shakesrear guy, right?Teagan: Shakespeare.”

“You’ve got choices, like any other creature. You can stumble down that road, pretending you can’t help it. You can curl up and die of regret and sorrow for what you’ve done. Or you can get up and fight, even though the battle might be lost.-Finn”