Vicki: They're demon brands, Coreen. They're not Hello Kitty tattoos. Actually, that would be worse.
Vicki: I think I'll deal with them the same way I deal with everything that's complicated in my life; I'll avoid it until it goes away.
Kate: I'm driving. Hey, if you're a good boy you can play with my siren.
Mike: Promises, promises.
Vicki: I mean, I thought you were the Prince of Darkness but it's more like the Lord of Lechery or something.
Vicki: You're getting as paranoid as I am. I like that.
Henry: There's passion and then there's passion. Like the passionate longing for a lover's lips, his delicate touch, and then there's passion for gun magazines and shaking down suspects.
Mike: Since when does hell have exit privileges?
Norman: You think that shooting me is going to stop me?
Mike: Might make me feel better.
