Alexandra 'Nightingale' Morgan: If we're lucky, the zombie plague will end up as a footnote in the history books. No worse than aids or bubonic plague.
Rachel Keller: All I ever tried to do for him was the right thing. It only ever made things worse.
Max Rourke: Then it wasn't the right thing, was it?
John Bell: You were always a sound sleeper.
Pinhead: When you attempted to live beyond death, you entered into my domain.
Winter: Oh my God.
Pinhead: You should be very careful what you wish for. It just might come true.
Vladimir: My companion seems to be missing. I do not know what has become of him.
Aidan Keller: Let's watch some TV together.
Rachel Keller: It's kind of late, Honey. Don't you think you should sleep?
Aidan Keller: I never sleep.
Rachel Keller: Then let Mommy make you something.
Nick Castle: Holy shit.
Veeck: Doll.
Amos Cadbury: Now wait a minute, you mean to tell me that that.
Sarah Leigh: I know it sounds crazy. Amos, I don't know how it happen. It's only thing that makes sense even if it is Twilight Zone kind of sense.
Amos Cadbury: The guy that... killed Jeremy and your daddy? That you helped send to the electric chair? Millard Findlemeyer? Has come back from the dead... to get revenge on you... inside a cookie?
Lewis: What's the matter Graham? Mad because you blew the physics test?
Graham: I don't know Lewis. Mad because Mercedes blew the lacrosse team?
Lewis: Blow this.
Susie Tomlinson: It's almost like she didn't die. Two days ago I get a call from my father, and then you show up?
Jonathan Rivers: I don't understand. I've been getting messages from your grandmother for a week now.
Susie Tomlinson: No, that's not possible, she just passed away two days ago.
The Host: I Love To Party.
Cece: Grandma saved souls. Murderers, sadists. The most vile men. She milked them of evil.
Eden Sinclair: What was in that suitcase, Cece?
Cece: Every soul that she ever milked was inside that suitcase. So if those snakes got set free, and they killed Ray, the evil of countless souls are inside him right now, possesing his body.
Sonia Rand: I don't have time for stupid idiots.
Travis Ryer: Well, why don't you make some time. How about we stop with the insults, because it is starting to get on my nerves.
Sonia Rand: You think I devoted my career to designing an amusement park ride for rich men to compensate for their little willies by shooting prehistoric animals, is that what you really think?
Travis Ryer: No, what I think is that if you were a guy, someone would have probably knocked you on your ass a long time ago.
Santa Claus: Looks like Grandpa got run over by a reindeer.
Aline Cedrac: I thought you were dead, asshole.