Hannah leaned against the wall. 'Mind if I call shotgun?'

'Since you're carrying one? Feel free.

If you ask me if I'm okay again, I'm going to smack myself in the face just to punish you.

Shane looked…pale. Pale and shaken and—how predictable was this?—pissed.

Shane dragged Eve's suitcase into the room and dumped it on the floor beside her bed. “Hey, Dark Princess? Here’s your crap. Also, bite me.

No, not you two. Stay here.'
'Does he just not get how unfair and sexist that is?' Eve asked. 'Men.'
'You really want to go first?'
'Of course no. But I'd like the chance to refuse to go first.

Who are you calling?" (claire)
Pizza hut" (shane)
Loser" (claire)