A split second later, my life flashed before my eyes, and I came to one important conclusion about it. It was fun while it lasted.

I suck at all this supernatural stuff. But I fry a mean chicken. Oh, good. I hate it when the nice ones get fried.

Somebody has to be sane during regular business hours, and it's not going to be me, missy.

There was nothing like a trip to the gynecologist to make one feel just a little violated. Charley

Does Uncle Bob have anything?" "I heard he has an STD." "I mean on the women." "Oh, I have no idea if they have any STDs.

She's like a hurricane on crystal meth.

This place is like crazy on crackers.