Rose Hathaway: You should know by now, with us, weird doesn't begin to cover it.
Rose Hathaway: My seventeen-year-old silliness, that was the past.
Dimitri Belikov: That was an hour ago. Are you trying to tell me you're suddenly mature and responsible?
Rose Hathaway: I'm trying to tell you that I want to be. I have to be. Teach me something more than doing laps. I know enough about running away. The next time we meet, teach me how to fight.
Rose Hathaway: I hate mysteries. Honestly, I would prefer a good Strigoi attack at this point. At least we know what those homicidal bloodsuckers want.
Rose Hathaway: Are you nuts? What are you thinking? Trust me, you do not want to get a nose job in Montana.
Rose Hathaway: Why can't you be like a normal teenage girl and dream about hot naked guys on unicorns?
Lissa Dragomir: Does it have to be unicorns?
Rose Hathaway: Of course not. It could be jet skis, mechanical bulls, or... Why do you have a scary poster of an American ex-president?
Lissa Dragomir: Well, you told me I needed to blend more into Oregano society.
Rose Hathaway: We're in Oregon. You know you're completely hopeless as a human being, right?
Lissa Dragomir: I'm still adjusting.
Rose Hathaway: Around fourth period, we Dhampir go off and learn fun new ways to maim and kill, while for the Moroi, it's magic time.
Jesse: We're sorry.
Ray: We didn't do anything with you that we said we did.
Rose Hathaway: You're telling me something that never happened actually never happened? Thanks.
Rose Hathaway: How's that 'under the radar' plan working out, Highness?
Lissa Dragomir: Not so much.
Rose Hathaway: It's funny. Your reasons for not loving me just... make me love you more.
Rose Hathaway: God, the female - especially one who lives off blood and magic - is going to have her mood swings. It is never the girl's fault, even when it is the girl's fault. No one ever explained that to you?
Christian Ozera: You know, if you weren't so psychotic, you'd be fun to hang out with.
Rose Hathaway: Same to you creep.
Rose Hathaway: I don't know about you, but my school can get a little insane. Most of us stay up all night. And all of us think that we'll live forever... if we survive graduation, that is.
Rose Hathaway: I want to see the day six footage. I've had a rough night. Don't make me crawl through a ventilator shaft and lower myself down into the security center on a wire.
Mia Rinaldi: Back off, blood whore! He's mine now.
Lissa Dragomir: God, I hate high school.
Rose Hathaway: I lied, Lissa doesn't think that you're a creepy stalker, she actually likes you.
Christian Ozera: Then why did you-?
Rose Hathaway: Because I think that you're a creepy stalker and I actually don't like you.
Mason: You do understand, Rose, that even the walls of a church can't protect a true sinner from a good lightning bolt?
Natalie: Don't be absurd.
Rose Hathaway: Said the girl licking the wall.
Dimitri Belikov: My father was a Moroi. He liked to hit my mother. When I was old enough, I liked to hit him. He stopped visiting.
Rose Hathaway: How old is old enough?
Dimitri Belikov: Ten.
Dimitri Belikov: Enough. Your training of late has been quite... fine.
Rose Hathaway: Fine? That's it?
Dimitri Belikov: What do you want me to say? That you are a remarkable quick study? That you bring originality to classic moves?
Rose Hathaway: Yeah. I want you to say all of those things.
Dimitri Belikov: Good night, Rose.
Dimitri Belikov: Forty-five minutes of silence. It has to be a Rose Hathaway record.
Rose Hathaway: I should probably point out that my best friend, Lissa Dragomir, is a royal member of an ancient race. And, yeah, like most creatures with fangs, they live off blood. My name is Rose Hathaway and I've been sworn to protect the royal blood line with my life.