Dial it back a notch or two. You're starting to piss me off.Pam [as she's feeding on a loud fangbanger]
Did I miss something? Are we girls now? Did we join a book club and read some queer chick lit memoirs and are bound together by estrogen or sisterhood some other feminist drivel?
Technology takes all the fun out of being a vampire.
This is not just about your relationship, you infatuated tween. There's a bigger picture.
Pam: Blah, blah... vampire emergency. Blah.
Pam: It can't end this quickly.
Eric: Everything ends. Even the immortals.
Pam: You can dish it out, but you sure can't take it, can you Magister?
â€¨Eric: Let's see how this plays out Pam, you can always taunt later.
Let's go to the ladies room and stare at ourselves in the mirror.
I don't know what it is about me that makes people think I want to hear their problems. Maybe I smile too much. Maybe I wear too much pink. But please remember I can rip your throat out if I need to. And also know that I am not a hooker. That was a long, long time ago
Pam: You picking up what I'm putting down?
Pam: Good, I'll be back tomorrow for the money.
Now, why'd you have to go kill that maenad? She was a terrific decorator.