Why don’t you boys go dig a hole, and I’ll get another beer?
So you’re all set on digging your own grave, huh?
Yeah. Your parents came to my funeral. I was surprised at how many people came.
I’m not dead!
Gentlemen, we are dealing with the undead.
One thing about living in Santa Carla I never could stomach; all the damn vampires.
You’re particular for a ghost.
All I’m asking for is total perfection
It’s just… good business…
So I was selling them shit, but the way I looked at it, the money was better off in my pocket.
That’s a poor excuse for picking a man’s pocket every 25th of December.
Come, and know me better, man!
Man ain’t like a dog. I’m talking about man as in mankind.
You are an incredibly sensitive man who inspires joy-joy feelings in all those around you.
You’re devilishly hard to have conversation with.
I can remember when I was a little boy my grandmother and I could hold conversations entirely without ever opening our mouths. She called it shining.
You’re in my world now, Grandma.
Grandma, I can read. It says “Battle of the Iron Cage Gladiators”.
My grandmother can do better, God rest her soul.
And if my grandmother had wheels, she’d be a wagon.