Pam: "Tara, it's way past sundown. No daughter of mine is gonna sleep all night."
Tara: "You look wretched. And who is this girl?"
Tara: "No way. I saw a crucifix hanging from some girl's rearview mirror and it caused me to radically reevaluate my shit."
Pam: "Three days old and she has an eating disorder. Why me?"
Tara: "I have been a vampire for three days only! Give a girl a minute."
Tara: "You seem nice, and all.
Breakfast: "It's okay, I get it."
Pam: "As your..."
Tara: "Please, please, please don't do that. It's really unfair."
Pam: "No, unfair is you wasting my whole morning trying to get you to eat when we both know how this story ends. It's not my fault I suddenly love you, okay? This hurts me way worse than it hurts you."
Tara: "I might barf."
Pam: "Or else you'll bitch until we all barf? Trust me, I've met you. I know the score. Now, as your Maker, I command you to feed."
She does. Pam caresses her hair, like a newborn. It's incredibly sweet. She talks her through it -- don't drink too much, too fast; "take her to the precipice of death and hold her there"; the whole thing -- and in the end, she lets us in on a little truth about Pam, which we already knew about Tara, which we've always known about Tara. The vampire version of Antonia's seduction, and Maryann's before her. The safety of power. The idea that strength in the present can erase your weakness in the past:
Pam: "This is who you are now. The top of the chain. No human can hurt you any longer. They're yours to savor."
Pam's wanted a daughter for a long time, but I don't think she knows how desperate Tara's always been for a mother. In this, I see God.
Roman: "Among my hilariously complete collection of vampire artifacts, I also have a piece of the bough from which Judas hung himself. Carved into a stake. See where I'm going with this?"
Authority: "More meaningless, concretized debates about myth?"
Roman: "Look. We lost Chancellor Nora to them. And to paraphrase Plath, if we can lose one Chancellor, why not two?"