Dammers: We have a body count of... twenty eight. You're a very dangerous man, Mr. Bannister.
Sheriff Walt Perry: For Christ's sake, you're not seriously suggesting that Frank is responsible for.
Dammers: You're way out of your depth here, Sheriff Perry. Please leave.
Sheriff Walt Perry: Frank Bannister is my prisoner.
Dammers: By the power invested in me by the president of the United States, I am telling you to get the hell out of this room.
Stuart, Bannister's Ghostly Assistant: Come on. You're out of your mind. You're talking about a mythical figure. A pseudo-religious icon from the 12th century.
Judge: Save your pea brain prattle for the classroom, boy. That was the soul collector and he's been taking people out since time began. He's been going about some dark business here in Fairwater and we ain't nothing but worm bait. When your number's up, that's it.
Judge: Give it up, Frank! Death ain't no way to make a living.
Patricia Ann Bradley: Patronising do-gooder bitch.
Johnny Charles Bartlett: Oh Patricia, you kill her, I'll watch.
Judge: When a man's jawbone drops off it's time to reassess the situation.
Patricia Ann Bradley: I'm in the mood for a little vivisection.
Dammers: Sheriff! You are violating my territorial bubble.
Cyrus: You know if I wanted to get shot at everyday, I'd move my black ass to Los Angeles.
Old Lady Bradley: The wicked will be punished.
Ray Lynskey: Got a kiss for Honey Bunny? I know, I know it's the way I look. It's this damn ectoplasm stuff. It turns you off, doesn't it? Come on Lucy you're not listening to me.Look, baby I know we have a great relationship. It's just that lately I don't feel you've been giving hundred percent.
Sergeant Hiles: I am not one of your shitty little emanations, Bannister.
Ray Lynskey: Alright, Bannister. Can you at least give me a ride so I don't miss my funeral.
Frank Bannister: Catch you later, Hiles.
Sergeant Hiles: Hey, my tour of duty runs another 85 years! There's a piece of dirt up here with your name on it, Bannister! I'm waiting for you, you little maggot.
Sergeant Hiles: Get back in the goddamn ground you unorganized grab-asstic gob of teleplasmic shit.
Dammers: My body is a roadmap of pain. And pain has its valves.