You’re a vampire Michael! My own brother, a goddamn, shit-sucking vampire! You wait ‘till mom finds out, buddy!
Amy: You know, Adam likes to drive barefoot. And he’s from Santa Cruz, so he’s a lot less tightly wound, I think, than Ben is.
Adam: Bro, listen…If you’re wearing flip flops and you’re driving a car, it’s unsafe to keep the flip flops on, right?
Amy: No…(audience claps) Okay, okay. But why do you think it’s okay to drive barefoot?
Adam: How do you think people drove before there were shoes?
I waited, and so can he. I waited half my life. She had played the dutiful daughter, the blushing bride, the pliant wife. She had suffered Robert’s drunken groping, Jaime’s jealousy, Renly’s mockery, Varys with his titters, Stannis endlessly grinding his teeth. She had contended with Jon Arryn, Ned Stark, and her vile, treacherous, murderous dwarf brother, all the while promising herself that one day it would be her turn. If Margaery Tyrell thinks to cheat me of my hour in the sun, she had bloody well think again.