Bouncing in hoppy little circles like a demented Goth bunny.

“Shane, honey, in Morganville, friends are the only things that keep you alive.”

“You weren't picky about who got hurt. Still aren't. So don't preach at us like …”

“So you’ll just kill anyone who frightens you. Who could hurt you.”“Well…yes.”

“Why was it the hot mean girls always ran in packs, like hyenas?”