Kisha: There are Super Bowl commercials that last longer than you, Malcolm.
Father Williams: Man, that breath is kickin. I can only image what the kitty smell like.
Father Williams: Tic tac toe in yo' face.
Father Williams: Hey, guys. Gentlemen, what we have here is a crazy bitch. Now, I would leave her possessed ass in the alley downtown if it was me, but apparently, Malcolm's got a thing for the freak.
Malcolm: Who am I kidding? I can't sell a house in this market! Immediate possession? It's already possessed.
Kisha: I'm a scary ghost.
Malcolm: Oh, my God! What did you do?
Father Williams: Shit, I did you a favor.
Malcolm: Oh, my God! Oh, my God, Rosa.
Rosa: I just wanted my last check, Malcolm.
Malcolm: Oh, my God, you shot my housekeeper.
Father Williams: You mean, your ex-housekeeper. Look, man, the bitch can't be jumping out on me like that. You ain't gonna tell nobody, right? I got warrants.
