“And about Shane, I swear, if he doesn't snap out of it, I'm going to punch him in the face. Well, punch him in the face and then run like hell." - Eve Rosser”

“-Eve: ' Well punch him in the face and then run like hell.”

“You’re not going to suck.’’‘‘Not at the guitar, anyway,’’ Shane said, deadpan. Claire punched him in the arm. ‘‘Ow.”

“I wish the dryer were running, because man, I could use a good...tumble dry."-Eve Rosser”

“Shane said, "Don't worry. I'll protect you."Claire hit him in the shoulder. "I don't need you to protect me.""Then why am I going first?""So you can take the first punch while I throw the second?""So I'm bait? Ouch. You've been in Morganville way too long, girl.”

“I think—I think it’s a big deal. Bigger for him and Eve than for most people.' Shane kept his eyes down, fixed on the sidewalk and the steps they were taking. 'Look, ask him, okay? This is girl talk. I don’t do girl talk.'She punched him in the shoulder. 'Ass.''That’s better. I was starting to feel like we should go shoe shopping or something.''Being a girl is not a bad thing!''No.' He took his hand out of his pocket and put his arm around her shoulders, hugging her close. 'If I could be half the girl you are, I’d be—wow, I have no idea where I was going with that, and it just turned out uncomfortable, all of a sudden.''Jackass.''You like being a girl—that’s good. I like being a guy—that’s also good.''Next you’ll be all Me, Tarzan, you, Jane!”

“Is it him?” Dad asked. “Did he get you into trouble?”“Not me,” Shane said. “I’ve just got that kind of face.”