You're going to break my heart, aren't you?

Wet towel under the door,' said Barry. 'It's what you do when you're smoking weed in a hotel and you don't want everyone calling security. You're always supposed to have a towel. I read about it in a guide for hitchhiking through the galaxy.

It's wildly irritating to have invented something as revolutionary as sarcasm, only to have it abused by amateurs.

The fact that 'A Dirty Job' has comedy and supernatural horror in it, that both are woven in and out of it with a whimsical tone, despite the fact that it's about death, makes it hard to characterize with standard genre labels - but I have no problem with that. I'd call it a funny story about death, and leave it at that.

After all the evidence is in--after you've run all the facts by everything you know--and you're still lost, you have to do some things on faith.

Sweetheart, wake up; you've destroyed the house and I need you to suffer for it.

She pulled down the blanket and aimed baby Sophie's bottom at him like she might unleash a fusillade of weapons-grade poopage such as the guileless Beta Male had never seen.