Kat: Drop dead.
Stretch: Too late.
Kat: In two years I have been to nine different schools, eaten in nine cafeterias. I can't even remember anyone's name.
Kat: I can see right through you.
Casper: Yeah, kind of happens when you haven't got any skin.
Casper: All I want's a friend.
Amelia Harvey: James, I know you have been searching for me, but there's something you must understand. You and Kat loved me so well when I was alive that I have no unfinished business, please don't let me be yours.
Stinkie: Scream or sugar?
Dr. Harvey: Honey, I think it's time that we sat down and had a little talk.
Kat: It's a little late for that, Dad.
Dr. Harvey: How late?
Kat: Oh, don't worry, not that late.
Fatso: I feel like Oprah on hiatus.
Stretch: You look like Oprah on hiatus.
Casper: God, I'd kill for a pinky.
Casper on Screen: I told you I was a good dancer. Can I keep you?