Saint Claire, the patron saint of the kick-me sign.
Jeez, Claire. If I didn't love you, you'd scare me.
They came out in a dim, damp basement - a generic sort of place, full of moulding boxes. 'You take me to the nicest places,' Claire said, and sneezed.
What’s her name? Claire, what’s her name?
I'm a science nerd! Not a cheerleader. - Claire Danvers
I knew you'd come,Claire.I knew you would.Dear God,you took your time.
Well," Claire said, "at least we have tacos. Everything goes better with tacos.
I love arguing with you, Claire. You always surprise me. And occasionally, you even make sense.
Did he just say--?" "Yes," Claire said, smiling. "Yes, he did." "Whoa. Guess I'd better stay alive, then.
So we do nothing? --Claire We do the best nothing you've ever seen. --Michael