Myka: Why did you come in here all guns a blazing?
Pete: It's an escaped H.G. Wells Mykes what if she was having one of her "lets end the world" days.

Dickens is solid, saved my bacon.

Myka: Let's check out Lover's Lane.
Pete: Okay, but I only go to third base.

You don't talk to the living dead. You either run really fast or shoot them in the head and watch their head go pop.

Myka: Say it.
Pete: Fine, you were right, zapping her should have been Plan A.

Pete: Whoa.
Myka: Yeah, even I'm getting a bad vibe.

Ah, lets see who Stukowski has on her Evil Friends and Family Plan.

Pete: Hey, Big Brother's watching.
Claudia: Yes, yes, and so can Little Sister.

You know you're really not allowed to face death without me.

Myka: Pete, what are you doing?
Pete: Well, I'm thinking like Myka. Yeah, I mean when something doesn't make sense Myka tries to make sense of it, but not right because she's too emotional which is where Pete usually is, emotional.

"You know Claud, I think sometime you should bring your gitbox down here and rock out the locals.

Pete: You play at the B&B all the time.
Claudia: Where no one can here me. Especially you, quit eavesdropping on me.