Dr. Brookner:
Brigitte, you have a room of people pretty curious about Brigitte.

Beth-Ann:
And incidently, a room full of people who think you really suck at suicide.

Dr. Brookner:
What's your best-case scenario, hmm? Go there.

Brigitte:
My best-case scenario, Eleanor, is hair everywhere but my eyeballs, elongation of my spine until my skin splits, teats, and a growing tolerance, maybe even affection for, the smell and taste of feces - not just my own - and then, excruciating death.

Koral:
Dr. Brookner, if she doesn't shut up, I swear I'll make her drink her piss... again.

Beth-Ann:
PING!

Beth-Ann:
It's an ancient game, the throwing of pennies at the local moron or midget!

Brigitte:
I can't see the TV

Brigitte:
I said I can't see the TV!

Brigitte:
Would you like me to throw YOU at her head?

Ghost:
Do you turn at the full moon?

Brigitte:
You watch too many horror movies.

Ghost:
I'm not allowed to watch horror movies, or technically, to read comics. Or eat gluten - I'm too impressionable.

Brigitte:
Why does that not surprise me?

Ghost:
Well, not the gluten thing - that's just digestive.

Ghost:
So was that the one that bit you?

Brigitte:
I wasn't bit, my sister was. And no, it wasn't the same one.

Ghost:
Well - Well, where did it come from? The infinite darkness?

Brigitte:
I don't think so, Ghost... more like the suburbs.

Ghost:
If you weren't bit, then...

Brigitte:
I infected myself with her blood. I thought I could make her stop if I was like her.

Ghost:
I always wanted a sister. Where is she now?

Brigitte:
She isn't, I stopped her.

Ghost:
You killed your own sister?

Brigitte:
There wasn't much of Ginger left in what I killed.

Ghost:
So - So what'd you use? A silver bullet?

Brigitte:
A knife. They're not superheroes, Ghost.

Ghost:
I got chips. Alice says chips don't fall in to one of the four food groups. One of her many lies. You still eat chips, right?

Brigitte:
It's happening too fast. I need the monkshood.

Brigitte:
Where's the needle?

Ghost:
...Oh crap.

Ghost:
It's gonna find, you isn't it? You know the fact that it didn't kill you tonight... that means something. Maybe he's like you, and it's not in his nature to kill, and he secretly wants...

Brigitte:
Ghost, he wants to mate with me.

Ghost:
Oh...

Brigitte:
Don't try too hard to visualize that.

Brigitte:
My sister and I shared a room.

Ghost:
A sleepover every night.

Brigitte:
Kind of.

Ghost:
Do you miss her?

Brigitte:
All the time.

Tyler:
So this is home, huh, Ghost?... Kind of has the Manson family charm.

Tyler:
She realized of course, she'd have to go back to the clinic.

Ghost:
You realize of course that you're speaking in the third person. It's a little weird. And I'm aware of no such thing.

Tyler:
What if I said I missed you?

Ghost:
"His words were empty, just like his head."

Ghost:
When you close your eyes, is it hell you see?

Beth-Ann:
Do you ever see things when you're stoned?

Beth-Ann:
Cos I just saw the freakiest thing, like an animal or something!

Brigitte:
BETH ANN!

Ginger:
Remember that game we used to play when we were little? The one where we would make ourselves hold our breath until we passed out? Then you'd always get scared and call Mom and I'd get in to trouble? That game really sucked.

Ghost:
Late at night, in secret chambers, he carried out his reign of moral terror.

Tyler:
Isn't that mortal terror?

Ghost:
No.

Marcus:
Just so you know, threats are a big no-no with Alice.