CLAIRE:your washing right?
shane:i'll pay you for it.
claire:what?
shane:best high score wins
claire:no bet 'wash, dish boy

“That's brain tissue. How can you-?" Claire shut her mouth, fast. "Never mind. I…”

“When she set Shane’s glass of Coke down in front of him, she did it with probab…”

“And without forgivness, there is never any peace.I tell you this from the dista…”

“Over my- I was going to say, 'over my dead body,' but- - michael”