Elvira: I'd bend over backwards. I'd bend over forwards.
Chastity Pariah: Boy am I a horn dog. Is this face taken?
Mrs. Meeker: Leslie was the one covering people in apple butter. I was just an innocent on-licker.
Earl Hooter: The name's Earl, but the ladies back home call me Longhorn, maybe you can guess why.
Elvira: Gee, I don't know, does it have anything to do with your breath?
Elvira: Hey, nice jacket. Who shot the couch?
Bob Redding: I run the movie house.
Elvira: Oh, really? I'm in movies too! Have you ever shown, uh, "I Married Satan"?
Bob Redding: No.
Elvira: How about the sequel, "I Married Satan 2"?
Bob Redding: I, ah... I can only play G-rated movies.
Elvira: Oh well, there's nothing wrong with G-rated movies, as long as there's lots of sex and violence.
Elvira: And don't forget, tomorrow we're showing the head with two things... I mean the thing with two heads. Until then, this is Elvira saying unpleasant dreams.
Chastity Pariah: He had his way with me in broad daylight.
Calvin Cobb: Me? You could have worn out a mechanical bull.
Vincent Talbot: I must apologize for my behavior in the office, it's just that your appearance was a bit of a shock to me.
Elvira: It's okay. My appearance is kind of a shock to everybody.
Chastity Pariah: Please, I don't think we need to resort to name calling. I think what Calvin is trying to say is that this Elvira is a person of easy virtue, a purveyor of pulchritude, a one-woman Sodom and Gomorrah, if you will. A slimy, slithering succubus, a concubine, a street walker, a tramp, a slut, a cheap whore.
Elvira: Grab a tool and start banging. Let's do it.
Earl Hooter: Sounds like your looking to get yourself fired, little lady.
Elvira: Yeah, go ahead and fire me. I need this job like a leper needs a three-way mirror.
Bob Redding: Patty... you're not a very nice person.
Lesley Meeker: We do have a room. Remember the trucker with the bad skin checked out yesterday?
Elvira: I hope you changed the sheets.
Patty: Trash does not compete with class.
Elvira: Whoa. Must have taken too much antacid in the sixties.
Patty: Seems to me it's all this cheap little tart's fault.
Elvira: Cheap? Who are you callin' cheap? What's that perfume you're wearing, Catch of the Day?
Patty: Look, honey. I don't know which hole you crawl out of, but I suggest you crawl right back in if you know what's good for you.
Elvira: I didn't know I had a good aunt, let alone a great one.
Chosen answer: Tom tom club.