[upon seeing Vincent drive up to his place with two more dead bodies]
Bo: [muttering] Damn it. I told him before never to come up here!
Roadkill Driver: Sorry. I kind of get used to the smell.
Carly: Really? I don't think I could ever get used to it.
Carly: Please don't kill me.
Carly: It's okay, he's gone.
Nick: I swear to God, if you hurt her... VINCENT!
Nick: He did this to you?
Nick: [stuck in a traffic jam on the way to the game] It's not moving.
Blake: It'll MOVE!
Paige: It's not moving.
Blake: It will!
Nick: Turn it around! Dude, turn the car around!
[Blake leans his head down in defeat, hitting the horn and making it blare]
[first lines]
Trudy Sinclair: You are being such a good boy. Would you like some more cereal, sweetheart? Here you go.
Bo: Trudy got a cyst in her brain.
Roadkill Driver: [sees Carly eyeing the knife on his belt] You like knives.
Carly: [sarcastically] Not really.
Bo: [Baby Jane is singing in the background] I know you're in here.
