Shaina: Can we go get the guys? I'm getting horrnnny.
Tim Carpenter: Which means death could be coming for us?
Kat: Can we find the pregnant woman now, please?
Eugene: Honey, my ass is alive, has been all day!
Rory: The next one is in this car with us, is it really safe to be sitting next to him or her?
[pointing at Kat and mouthing]
Rory: Hopefully her.
Burke: That's the night I scraped up Billy Hitchcock.
Evan Lewis: Shit, I'm lucky!
Evan Lewis: [after dropping his ring down the garbage disposal] You little bastard. Shit! Come on.
Burke: [after his cup spills on his lap] Son of a... bitch!
Eugene: What? What? What is it, Nora?
Nora: No, let me go!
Nora: I don't wanna die!
Kat: Go on, I'll be fine.
Kimberly Corman: Thank you so much for inviting us.
Mrs. Gibbons: It's our pleasure.
Kimberly Corman: We're *all* going to die.
Eugene: You hear me, Oprah?
William Bludworth: [whispering] Kimberly.
Shaina: Look at that guy. He's drinking a beer.
Dano: Oh, easy Kimmy. First year of driving?
