Edgin: Were you killed in battle?
Corpse: Yes.
Edgin: Great! [To Simon] Four more questions, right?
Corpse: Yes.
Edgin: No, no, no, that wasn't for you. [To Simon] Did that count as a question?
Corpse: Yes.
Edgin: Dammit! Only answer when I talk to you, okay?
Corpse: Yes.
Simon: Why did you say "okay?" at the end of that?
Corpse: I didn't. [Collapses back into coffin.]
Edgin: Fantastic. Where's the shovel?
Oliver Quick: You don't need to be told, do you? You already know. You're just turning the handle on a jack-in-a-box. Just walking towards the end of the world. Knowing that any second the ground is going to fall away. It was the end of everything.
Barbara Simon: It gets tiring. Trying so hard all the time, doesn't it?
Optimus Primal: Rhinox, Cheetor, maximize!
Elaine: This has been the worst week of my life. Paranoia, disguises, and now I'm expected to bang the 12 douches I'm dating just to pay rent.
Molly Evans: You know what? I don't care. I don't care. Let him win. He wins. It was a perfect murder. I just want to move on.
Adrian Monk: You could live with that? No, you couldn't.
Molly Evans: I'll learn to live with it.