What this movie needs is more brain eating zombies.

Inside, I was like: "Ha, suck my spiky rubber strap-on, vampyre hunter!

Oh, we are but soft and squishy bags of mortality rolling in a bin of sharp circumstance, leaking life until we collapse, flaccid, into our own despair.

Marry for love, stay married, and raise happy children who are quick to laugh and slow to judge.

I'm thinking of being a professional mourner. How hard can it be? Tear at your hair, sing a dirge or two, take the rest of the week off.

What is your name?" asked Lear. Caius," said Kent. And whence do you hail?" From Bonking, sire." Well, yes, lad, as do we all," said Lear, "but from what town?

The netherworld is timeless and unchanging, and boring -- much like a doctor's waiting room.