Beth:
Apples come in chocolate brown, mmmm-mmm, they're wonderful. Apples come in taffy gold, mmm-mmm, they're scrumptious! Listen to me, all you folks, hear me when I say: apple bar, apple bar, sends me all the way!

Paul Worden:
Beth, baby, you have got to make me believe you eat this junk, now you just gotta!

Paul Worden:
Thank you, erm, thank you very much, my dear. We're looking for a singer.

Marjorie Worden:
Can you believe that I believe that the devil's in my house?

Harry Lincoln:
Yes. If you believe there's a devil, you believe the devil's in your house; then for you it's true.