So I am death" Charlie said then turned to his daughter while buttering his toast. "This is death toast sweety.

I've got to think that that was unethical," Joshua said. "Josh, faking demonic possession is like a mustard seed." "How is it like a mustard seed?" "You don't know, do you? Doesn't seem at all like a mustard seed, does it? Now you see how we all feel when you liken things unto a mustard seed? Huh?

Do we still have to floss?" Tommy asked. "I mean, what's the point of being immortal if we have to floss?

Last time I really got to know myself it turned out there was a whole gang of bitches in there to deal with. I felt like the receptionist at a rehab center. They all had nice tits though, I gotta say.

Blessed are the dumbfucks.

No one knows why, but second only to eating the brains of the living, the dead love affordable prefab furniture.

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