“Of course, I thought I was badass at sixteen, too. Wait, I was badass at sixteen. Oh, yeah.”

“Because you know, I’m your best friend, but you’re just not that badass, man.”

“Who's Myrnin?"Claire controlled an urge to roll her eyes. "Badass crazy vampire scientist who's my boss.""You realize no part of that sentence made sense, right?”

“Yeah, I know. Terror Aerobics. Just wait until they get it at the gym. It'll be bigge than pilates. --Eve”

“I paused in the act of opening the door and looked at him with what were probably cartoon-wide eyes. "Wait a second," I said. "So, you're best friends with a hot vampire chick who likes leather.""Yeah.""And together, you fight crime?" I couldn't help it. I cracked up.”

“Okay," Claire finally said. "I admit, he has significant ninja qualities.""Booyah. I will summon the ninja. Oh, and take a lunch break while we burgle.""You’re going too?""Am I not ninja enough? Are you saying that I lack ninja?”

“Seriously,” Shane said, “this kind of is the worst situation we’ve ever been in, right?”“Speak for yourself,” Michael said. “I got myself killed last year. Twice.”“Oh yeah. You’re right—last year really sucked for you.”