I found pictures of a few women, but they were taken from inside a toilet, so probably not serious relationships.
I always wonder if it’s better to bury two bodies in one place or spread them around. I’m sure there’s a right answer, but I never want to meet the person who knows it.
Here’s a solution. Let’s all stop talking until I can think of what to say next.
You know what’s cool? I’m never surprised anymore.
Why does everyone want to find meaning in their lives? Whatever happened to just getting through the f***ing day?
When you bottle up your feelings, they come out in other ways.
Well, just run down to the market and… kill somebody.[Sheila Hammond: I’m out of food.]
We can be firm. Remember that time she wanted a guinea pig and we said no, and then we got it for her? Let’s just do the first half of that.[to Sheila, about Abby]
There’s a million things I’ve had done to me. But I did all of them myself. Actually, it’s just one thing a million times.[to Ramona]
The undead can’t eat the undead. They’re too… dead.
Teenagers. They even make the apocalypse about them.
Someday, if you have kids, and you get a virus and start killing people, you’ll appreciate how well your mother and I are doing.[to Abby]
