Mason: Rube is so old, he probably reaped Jesus.
George: What's the point in keeping your head down if it's already been blown off?
George: Yuck! This juice tastes like ass, here you try it.
Mason: No, thanks. I'm trying to stay off the ass juice for now.
George: Death is kind of like sex in high school. If you knew how many times you missed having it, you'd be paralyzed.
Roxy: Nice Cross. How'd you get the blood off?
Daisy Adair: Oh easy, soap and water.
Penny: You're the one who was killed by a toilet seat.
George: God, will anyone ever let that go?
