“You dare speak to me in such an insolent manner?'

'Stop talking like you’re two hundred years old. You’re sixteen, just like me.”

“Worry is really just a form of atheism. Every time you worry, you’re acting like an atheist. You’re saying, “It all depends on me.””

“Sophie, honey, stop looking at me like that,” Garrett said gruffly. “You’ll have me convinced I’m going to die.”
“You’re not?”

“You’re not a one hundred dollar bill, not everyone is going to like you.”

“And I don’t want his body touching something I wear. He’ll contaminate it. (Sasha)
Oh, good grief, Sasha. Grow up. You’re four hundred years old and you’re acting like a whelp. It’s not like he has cooties or anything. (Astrid)
Yes he does! (Sasha)”

“As an actor, it really puts you there, like you’re really that person, you’re not yourself, you’re not dressing like yourself any more, you’re really embodying a different era. That’s really one of the most exciting things about acting for me, is the dress-up aspect of it.”

“Are you sulking?”
“Me? No. I don’t sulk.”
“You sound like you’re sulking.”
“I’m just waiting for the violent urges to subside.”

“Goddamn it, do it yourself. You’re five hundred years old and you can’t use a telephone? Read the directions. What are you, an immortal idiot?”

“You’re like your,” he whispered. “You make the world go away for me”

““Don’t talk to me like you understand my sins.”
“Don’t talk to me like you know what I do and do not understand.”
Alvin chuckled grimly. “Oh, that mouth you’ve got.”
“You can’t answer what I said, so you’re going to talk about my saying it.””