The Lair

Damian:
Each and every evil act is hideously reflected in the face of that painting. I can't bear to look at it.

Laura:
It doesn't prove there are gay vampire witches operating a sex club on the island!

Sheriff Trout:
Well, wherever he went, he went naked.

Laura:
...it doesn't prove that there are gay vampire witches operating a sex club on the island.

Frankie:
I swear to God, I didn't lead that guy here.

Damian:
Swear to god. How very quaint.

Thom:
It's been days since this nightmare began.

Damian:
I've lived with that cursed painting for years, constantly reminding me that I destroyed the one true person I ever loved.

Dr. Belmont:
How are you going to present your case to the judge?

Sheriff Trout:
That's the problem. I mean, what am I going to say? There's a dead guy hanging out at a gay sex club? Is that even a crime?

Dr. Belmont:
I wouldn't want to be in your shoes when you tell him.

Sheriff Trout:
Roger, I need you to handcuff and manacle that corpse.

Sheriff Trout:
Let's go clubbing.