Don't fret, Grannie. We're going to a Bible retreat to scare the devil out of her

Ask me if I sparkle and I’ll kill you where you stand.” (Bones)

I say, look at the melons on that lass,” Ian exclaimed, his gaze now on the TV. “And hung like a stallion, he is.” “Focus, mate,” Spade muttered.

You've got to try this," I told Bones, handing him the glass. "It's like Cristal and O-Negative had a love child.

Wouldn’t that make a charming epitaph? Here lies Cat. Killed not by fang, but Ferragamos.

I can’t wait to find out how you taste, and you won’t want me to stop even after I’ve completely exhausted you. You’ll think you were on fire, your skin will burn. I’ll suck all of your juices out of you. And then I’ll drink your blood.

A human hires a hit man to kill his cousin for money, boring. That same hit man botches the job twice, funny. Then �the desperate hit man sends a ghoul after the girl to finish things up, my curiosity's piqued. That same ghoul ends up with his head cut off by a mysterious redhead . . . Ah. Now I'm interested.