“Good morning, Rosebud!”

"Where the hell are my pants?"

“Why is your bedroom filled with playpen balls?”

The hour struck thirteen on All Hallows' Eve. Shadows scattered, werewolves howled, witches began to brew their potions. All was normal in the depths of hell. And on Earth, the night was shining.

If you ever find yourself bailing your crush out of jail, it might be time to find a new crush.

Some days you just want to crawl back into your dreams...unfortunately, that’s exactly what Michael did.

Having been resurrected, Riley could say it really wasn't all it was cracked up to be; for instance, you never realize how nice it is to be able to walk through walls until suddenly you can't.

Upon seeing the crime scene, Officer Curiti realized something odd was going on, and not just because the murder victim had a tomahawk sticking out of his skull.

“Die armadillo, die!”

“Dude, where’s my carpet?”