“Your father's an asshole. It's not a disease. You don't have to catch it.”

“Hello! Your dear father is unfortunately very dead," he called. "And you said my dispersal system would never work!”

“I’m sorry, Eve. I love you. I’m not letting you do this.”She screamed and battered harder. “You love me? You asshole! Let me go!”

“It's your chili dog. Clean it up.""It's your turn to clean.""The house. Not your trash, which you can walk your leatherfaced-ass unto the kitchen to throw away.”

“It's not the hair. You just--you're something else, Claire. It's like when all the rest of us don't know where to go, you ... just go. You're not afraid.”

“I'll do it!""No, you won't," Shane and Michael said, at virtually the same time. Shane continued. "You're barely on your feet, Claire. You don't go anywhere, not without me.""And me," Michael said."Hell," Eve sighed. "I guess that means I have to go, too. Which I may not ever forgive you for, even if I don't die horribly.”

“Besides," Shane said "I want to see Monica's facewhen she catches sight of the two of you. Kodak moment.”