Tasha:
Randi, did I say you could break for lunch?

Randi:
Won't you get tired of spending eternity listening to her whine about not getting the right Barbie doll for her eighth birthday?

Heather:
What kind of a freak ARE you?

Keith:
I'm sorry I wrecked your car, I'm sorry I maxed out your credit card, I'm sorry I slept with Tina!

Sergeant Grant:
Without the gore, it's a bore.

Tabitha:
I'm sorry, Angel, it's a vampire thing.