November 5, 2009 | 0 Comments
Bonnie: I need to swear you to secrecy. Elena: It’s sort of a bad week for that sort of stuff.
Bonnie: I need to swear you to secrecy. Elena: It’s sort of a bad week for that sort of stuff.
Bonnie: Are you gonna stay [in bed] forever? Elena: Yup.
Damon: Why are you so mean to me? Lexi: Have you met you?
Lexi: It’s not everyday a guy turns 162 years old.
Lexi: What’s keeping her here? Stefan: I told you. Her name is Elena.
Jeremy: Why does everyone have to die on me?
Elena: You did this. This is your fault. Damon: You confuse me with someone with remorse.
Caroline: I am gonna drink until someone is hot enough to make out with.
Damon: Come on Vicki. Live a little. No pun intended.
Damon: She’s been couped up in your room all day. She’s not Anne Frank.