What this movie needs is more brain eating zombies.

. . . And so Charlie Asher . . . led an army of fourteen-inch-tall bundles of animal bits, armed with everything from knitting needles to a spork, into the storm sewers of San Fransciso.

She's evil. Evil, evil, evil. I want to see her naked.

It's about average for us. Behavior always draws more than survey. We're the sexy ones,' Nate said with a grin. Amy snorted. 'Oh, yeah, you guys are the Mae Wests of the nerd world.' We're action nerds,' Nate said. 'Adventure nerds. Nerds of romance.

She was an alien, really - a sort of eating, pooping, tantrum machine - and he didn't understand anything about her species.

He was a writer and words were his weapons.

People, generally, suck.