If you need anything, anything at all, just say a little prayer. I plan to be a boots-on-the-ground type of God.
I suppose there’ll be another murder tomorrow. Fingers crossed.
I need some advice in an area I assume you have extensive expertise. What does it mean when a woman recoils at your touch?[to Dan]
I know you said that today is the day that I disappear, but your mom and I have decided not to panic, so I’m building a panic room.[to Rory]
I don’t understand all this jealousy talk. I mean, why covet something someone else has? Why not just take it?
Do you know, of all the ways you humans try to control your lives, these silly New Age superstitions are by far the most embarrassing.[to Dan]
Daniel, are you overthinking this? Careful, it could ruin your life.
Board shorts. Don’t know what more proof you need that he’s deranged.
Always gratifying to find out that one’s nemesis is altogether lacking in style.
A ceremony to banish the devil to hell? That is priceless. No, seriously, you all need to take End of Days out of the Vatican movie night rotation. Definitely not one of Arnold’s best.[to Father Kinley]
You’re married to the dentist? But you’re the receptionist. Well, no wonder she slept with me.[to Cody]
You just made me sing again! I mean, it has to stop, Dad.
