Detective Cameron: Corpses that have been dead for twenty-seven years do not get up and go for a walk by themselves.
Detective Cameron: I got good news and bad news, girls. The good news is your dates are here.
Sorority Sister: What's the bad news?
Detective Cameron: They're dead.
Detective Cameron: Zombies, exploding heads, creepy-crawlies... and a date for the formal. This is classic, Spanky.
Detective Cameron: You sonuva bitch. I already killed you.
Detective Cameron: What I'm going to need is your standard flame thrower.
Chris Romero: Detective, other than confessing to a murder, is there a point to this conversation?
J.C. Hooper: Oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God, oh my God! Do you think it's taking the Lord's name in vain to say "oh my God" a whole bunch of times really fast like that?