Everybody dies here. It’s just a rule. Death, taxes, more death. And I don’t pay taxes, so all I know is death.
You’re the one who grew up your entire life looking for that book, and you never found it. Me on the other hand, I can’t fart without tripping over that thing. And I fart a lot.[to Ruby]
You know, I was gonna take that propane and blow the doors off, but I’ll happily blow your doors off first.
You know that that book can send you back, right? So you want to scramble my brain until I give it to you. Well think again! The only person who scrambles my brain, pal, is me, by doing the fun stuff, like drinking glue, and sniffing booze!
You guys are survivalists. Here’s how you survive. Give us our weapons back, and get the f*** out of our way.
You be careful, Ruby. Never get between a Papa Bear and his cub.
Yo, Granny. Hope you took your Geritol, ’cause it’s time to dance!
Whoa, I got two hands! Brujo, I need two beers!
When you get back to Hell, work on your aim.
When it comes to Evil, if something seems too good to be true, it probably is.
When Evil shows up, it blows up.
What’s out there knows that you’re alive, and it wants you to be… un-alive.