Paul Toombes: Miss Peters, as they say in horror movies, you will come to a bad end.
Paul Toombes: Now I must play the final scene, the death of Dr Death!
Quayle: Well, that's Hollywood for you, sweetheart. He's on the make. She's on the take.
Villager in Movie: Dr. Death, where are you? Let's smoke him out!
Paul Toombes: Everybody thinks I'm dead, including myself.
Faye: It's your favorite, Paul. Sour cream and red herrings.
Faye: Why not? After all, it IS my house. Paul, are you here? No, you're never here when I need you.
Faye: I used to laugh at the stories of women that got beat up for the hell of it. But the stories were true, Paul. Only this time, they got scared, they set the car on fire and rolled it down a hill. And when I came up, I wasn't pretty anymore.