Turner Claymore: Here at Berm-Tech we offer you a handshake, whether you have hands, hooks, or flippers.
The Stranger: Mr. And Mrs. Sheriff. So sweet. So helpless against what is coming.
Stella Oleson: He's just trying to freak us out.
Jake Oleson: It's working.
Sheriff Eben Oleson: We have more important things to think about. I'll check on Gus.
The Stranger: Check on Gus. Board the windows. Try to hide. They're coming. This time they're gonna take me with them... honor me. Yeah. For all that I have done.
Sheriff Eben Oleson: They? Who are they?
Prior: Someone want to tell me what the fuck he's talking about?
McKay: He thinks we're being stalked by dead Nazis.
Jordan: Ghosts?
McKay: I didn't get shot by some fucking spectral entity, here. These things are solid.
Hunt: But the one that killed Cotter vanished right in front of us.
McKay: So why don't they swoop down here like God's own wrath and take us out right here and now, then, eh?
Hunt: I don't know. Maybe God's not in on this miracle.
Jenny: Are you all right?
Ian Stone: Yeah, aside from the sudden desire to slit my wrists I think I'll make it until Monday.
Lady Murasaki: They will call it murder.
Hannibal Lecter: At worst a crime of passion.
Linda Hanson: Something is seriously fucked up.
Guy: I was going to tell you everything eventually.
Dr. Godfrey: It's true! Vagina Dentata! Vagina Dentata! Vagina Dentata!
Tammy: Are you okay?
Cherry Darling: I'm just Cherry.
Jamie Ashen: Remember: whatever happens, don't scream.
Carlos Olivera: Just promise me one thing. When you get down there.
Alice: Consider it done.
Mackenzie Carpenter: Lenny couldn't find his ass with both hands.