Quotes About Interaction

Warum? - gli ho chiesto nel mio povero tedesco. - Hier ist kein warum - (qui non c'e' perche'), mi ha risposto, ricacciandomi indietro con uno spintone.

From all my talks with Henri, even the most cordial, I have always left with a slight taste of defeat; of also having been, somehow inadvertently, not a man to him, but an instrument in his hands.

Sit with a merchant or sit with a beggar, and it'll always be the beggar who buys your first drink.

Have you heard the saying, Skeaös? 'Cats look down upon Man, and dogs look up, but only pigs dare look Man straight in the eye.'" "Y-yes, God-of-Men." "Pretend that you are a pig, Skeaös." What

Tap-tap-tap is better than thump-thumpthump, Ivy said.

Greg had been nearly out the door, on his way next door to Shari's birthday party, when the phone rang. "Hi, Greg. Why aren't you on your way to my party?" Shari had asked when he'd run to pick up the receiver. "Because I'm on the phone with you," Greg had replied dryly.

I love arguing with you, Claire. You always surprise me. And occasionally, you even make sense.

Oliver laughed - actually laughed.I like this new Claire, he said. You should work her this hard all the time, Myrnin. She's interesting when she's forthright. Claire, possessed by the spirit of Eve, shot him the finger. Which made him laugh again, shake his head, and walk up the steps.

Myrnin: Have we been introduced? Frank: Probably not. Why, you asking me out, sweetheart? Myrnin: You're not my type, darling.

All right, he said. Since you ask so nicely. I wasn't asking. I'm aware of that. The sharp point in my back did make it clear.

Oh, he is cute!" Shane said in a fake girly voice. "Gee, maybe we can ask him out!" "Shut up, you weasel. Claire, hit him!

Now, said Brandons low, cold voice. Lets not be rude eve.

He hung up on her. She'd just been hung up on by a disembodied brain in a jar. Fantastic.

Here. Have a Coke. That's good for a sore throat, right?" "Good for everything," Shane croaked, and took the extended cold can with good grace. "Thanks." "You owe me a dollar," Eve said. "I'll add it to the five thousand you already owe me, though." He blew her a kiss, and she stuck her tongue out at him, and that was the end of the subject, thankfully.

Jason talking about Michael - Don't do me any favors, Glass Ass, Jason snapped.

Sam talking to a frat boy - You. O Positive. How many exits? What?....Oh shit, did you just call me by my blood type?

When she set Shane's glass of Coke down in front of him, she did it with probably a little too much emphasis; he glanced up at her with a question-mark expression.[...] ''What?'' Shane asked her, and took a drink. ''Did I forget to say thanks? Because, thanks. Best Coke ever. Did you make it yourself? Special recipe?

EVE:so thats the bathroom where shane spends houres doing his hair shane:bite me

Are the two of you quite done with your sweet nothings? Because I might vomit.

It's called being polite; they probably didn't teach you that at home. Doesn't mean I like you or anything.

Shane stood up when he saw her, which made her heart turn cartwheels, and he pulled out her chair. Eve and Michael shared an amused look. So cute, Eve said. When Shane glared, she smiled. No, really. It is. Dude, chill.

Eve: Yo! Mocha! Oliver: Yo. I am not your waitress.

That smile tells me he's not done. That we're not done.

She murmured, in that particular Nancy way of hers that grates most when my inner bitch is aching to be let loose, 'Someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed this morning.' My eyes popped open to see her lemon face standing over me. 'SOMEONE,' I hissed, 'HASN'T EVEN WOKEN UP YET. GOD, WHAT IS YOUR ANEURYSM? CAN'T YOU JUST LEAVE ME ALONE?