“Rambo was a Green Beret," Hannah said. "Please. We eat those army boys for breakfast.”

“Hannah: What's your plan?Claire: Go get himHannah: Honey, that is not a plan. That's what we in the military call an objective.”

“If you see Myrnin, tell him I said I want my slow cooker back.""Your- You let him borrow something you put food in?"Hannah's smile disappeared. "Why?""Um, never mind. I'll make sure it gets disinfected before you get it back. But don't lend anything to him again unless you can put it in some kind of sterilizer." That made even Hannah look nervous. "Thanks. Tell crazy boy I said hey." "I will" Claire promised. "Hey, if you don't mind me asking - when did he borrow it from you?""He just showed up at my door one night about a week ago, said, 'Hi, nice to meet you. Can I borrow your Crock-Pot?' Which I understand is pretty typical Myrnin.”

“Hannah leaned against the wall. 'Mind if I call shotgun?''Since you're carrying one? Feel free.”

“Happy birthday,” she said. “And next time? Eat the stupid cupcake.”

“I like the sound of that, crashing Monica's party," he glanced at Michael, then quickly away. "What about you? That break some kind of vampire rules or something?""Blow me Shane.""Boys," Eve said primly. "Language. Minor at the table.""Well," Shane said, "I wasn't actually planning to do it."Claire rolled her eyes. "Not like it's the first time I've heard it. Or said it.""You shouldnt say it," Michael said, all seriousness. "No, I mean it. Girls should say 'eat me' not 'blow me'. Wouldn't recommend 'bite me' though. Not around here.”

“He lives in a hole in the ground, dresses funny, and occasionally eats his assistants," Eve said. "Define crazy.”