Dean: Okay, I don’t want to sound like a know-it-all, but-
Hank: It’s a little too late for that, Deano.
21: Aw, smack! I was just gonna say that!
21: Oh my God. I did it. It was me. I killed 24.
Dean: We all did, Gary. We all did.
Hank: Don’t blame me! I didn’t! And you’ve seriously gotta untie me, or you’re gonna have to scratch my hiney. Because my hiney totally itches.
“I’m only going to say this once: I don’t like you two. If you ever — EVER — try to give me an order again, I will kill you both and feed your tiny, rotting bodies to the neighborhood dogs!”
Dr. Orpheus: Now, I don’t want to worry you with the particulars, but I am by trade a necromancer. You know what that means, right?
Brock: Uh, that you have sex with dead people?
Dr. Orpheus: Phile. Necrophile. A necromancer can bring the dead… TO LIFE!








