Mick: “The killer was wearing your shirt.”

Anton: “The killer was wearing me.”

Randy: “Yeah, f**k him up, Debi!”

Debi: “The host of evil must die!”

Randy: “Isn’t that knife a little extreme, kitten?”

Anton: “Guys! You blew off Heaven, too?”

Mick: “No, we’re your guardian angels.”

Pnub: “Yeah? If your mom had teeth, she wouldn’t suck d**k so well. What’s your point?”

Anton: “I was looking for my cat. We got in a fight.”

Molly: “You sure got your a** kicked.”

Mick: “Can you see us dressing up in some stupid-a** costumes?”

Pnub: “Groovin’ to Hanson and Jewel?”

Mick: “What, do we look like total losers, man?”

McMacy: “Empty your pockets, boy.”

Anton: “Yeah, nice try, but they’re not even my pants.”

Pnub: “You scream like a girl.”

Debi: “Thank God I found you. My name is Debi LeCure. I know what’s happening, Anton. I can stop it.”

Anton: “Really? How?”

Debi: “Die!”

Molly: “If you needed more time with your costume, fine, but I hate waiting.”

Anton: “Devil girl with nothing to lose. She got wind in her hair and gum on her shoes.”

Pnub: “As usual, marijuana saves an otherwise disastrous day.”

Anton: “What did I take last night? That dream was intense.”

Mick: “What’s the matter, Chief? Bad Shrooms?”

Anton: “Hey, I know you guys! Yeah, you guys were seniors when I was a freshman.”

Ruck: “Yeah. Let’s talk about high school, Anton.”

McMacy: “Yeah, you and all your stoner friends zipping around on your skateboards. Thought you were too cool for us, huh? Did you ever, even once, invite us to get high behind the gym?”

Anton: “You were dorks.”

Mick: “You coming, Anton?”

Randy: “Hey, Foxy. You looking for a ball? Cause I could help you find one that’s the right size for you.”

Anton: “I don’t know how much longer I can hold it. Run!”

Pnub: “I will! Get out of my way!”

Mr. Tobias (Fred Willard): “Anton would not scoot his behind off the couch if the house was on fire.”

Molly: “You’re getting stoned with your friends?! Unbelievable!”

Anton: “What, are you guys, like, flesh eating zombies back from Hell, ready to exact revenge? Is that it?”

Pnub: “Why would we go to Hell?”

Mick: “Duh.”

Pnub: “We’re not bad. It’s not like we’re good or anything, but at least we don’t go around killing people!”

Debi: “Come on! We gotta find Anton!”

Randy: “Yeah… and kick his a**!”

Mick: “Wait, no, it’s true. His hand killed us yesterday.”

Pnub: “Yeah, it sliced me up real good.”

Molly: “I have to get Anton!”

Tanya: “No, screw him! I mean, he’ll be fine!”

Mick: “Those auto shop boys are true artistes. It’s Mighty Joe Bong!”

Pnub: “I needs me spinach.”

Debi: “You let it loose? That was probably a mistake.”

Anton: “No kidding. And now it’s after my girlfriend.”

Randy: “You got a girlfriend?”

Mick: “‘Ant’?”

Pnub: “They were killed by ants?”

Mick: “Please, don’t be stupid. Do you have, like, an evil aunt?”

Debi: “Yuck! Who’s got the barf breath?”

Anton: “What the f**k are you doing, man? That’s my dad! Come on!”

Pnub: “CPR, man. I saw it on ‘Baywatch.’”

Mick: “Hi. Yeah, there’s something wrong with my friend. I think he took some nutmeg or something.”

Anton: “Oh s**t, the killer’s here! The killer’s in my house!”

Pnub: “This is dumb.”

Mick: “Well, Anton needs our help.”

Pnub: “The best thing about being dead is zero responsibility.”

Tanya: “It’s gonna get me!”

Pnub: “That’s Tanya. Let’s save her. Come on!”

Molly: “Aren’t you a little old for Ding-Dong-Ditch?”

Anton: “Mick! Pnub! Come guardian me!”

Pnub: “I was gonna get some.”

Mick: “I really doubt it.”

Anton: “I thought you said the streets weren’t safe.”

Molly: “I’ll protect you.”

Mick: “Sweet Jesus!”

Pnub: “Ok, that wasn’t my fault! That thing should’ve come down a LOT slower!”

Randy: “Yeah, give me the Big Five with the Spicy Safari Fries, the African Apple Turnover, and the Raspberry Rainforest Shake. Slap some extra mustard on that Jungle Burger for me, will ya?”

Anton: “Tell me everything you know about the Devil.”

Mick: “Molly’s lived across the street from you for like, what, ever? Why don’t you go tell her about your disturbing obsession with her?”

Pnub: “You could start by telling her your name.”

Anton: “Look, guys, I don’t want to kill anybody else.”

Mick: “You don’t wanna go to jail, though.”

Mick: “That’s it? That’s it? No explosions, no hellfire, no—? I mean, no I’m glad everybody’s alright. But that was weak.”