- Carl Schlag: Listen, uh, not to be rude or anything, but, uh... what are you? I mean, the costume?
- Molly: I'm a bodybag. I thought the invitation said "come as you are".
- Carl Schlag: W-well, how are you a bodybag?
- Molly: A synthetic shell with a corpse inside.
- Carl Schlag: Oh yeah... well, you look... pretty lively to me...
- Molly: Yeah, well... don't we all? I better hit the road, before I lose what little mind I have left. The creeps will be coming back in here any minute and I am *so* weary of being hit on.
- Molly: That can't be very satisfying, demolishing a dormant vegetable. Or are pumpkins fruit?
- Carl Schlag: Excuse me... I thought I was alone.
- Molly: Obviously. Got quite a temper, Carl. And that girlfriend of yours, she's got a set of lungs on her like Voice of America.
- Carl Schlag: Ex-girlfriend.
- Molly: Oh. Right. I got that.
- Carl Schlag: Look, it's, uh, y'know... I'm just... uh... I'm not like she says... uh, I, I... certain wrongs, deserve certain justifiable actions.
- Molly: I don't disagree.