Jane Blue:
You brought our baby into a knife fight?

Jeff Blue:
It was a fair fight. Two of them, two of us...

Jeff Blue:
You should have seen these guys, complete amateurs. Biggest risk was I'd fall down laughing and hurt myself.

Muerte:
The bottom line... the bottom line is you're gonna die tonight... ugly.

Jeff Blue:
Look Morty, do me a favor, okay? Don't call here any more unless you want to have a serious conversation, alright?

Sawyer:
Isn't the baby a little young for dolls?

Jeff Blue:
It's for me. It's a post-feminist doll.

Jane Blue:
Goes to work with little sneakers on but resents it.

Sawyer:
Oh, cute baby! Boy or girl?

Jeff Blue:
Gosh, I hope so!

Muerte:
My name... is MUERTE!

Jeff:
Nice to meet you Morty, my name is Jeff.

Muerte:
My name is Muerte, my name is death!

Muerte:
My name is MORTY!

Jeff Blue:
You know what's funny? That gray van over there.

Jane Blue:
Funny ha-ha or funny interesting?

Sawyer:
You think you're smarter than we are.

Jeff Blue:
Oh, not much.

Jeff Blue:
See mommy picking the big lock? Someday, when you're a big girl, she'll teach you how to pick locks. Of course, she may still be picking *this* one.

Sikes:
Don't make any sudden movements.

Jeff Blue:
Why not? Is there a bee on me?