Greg the Bunny

Count Blah:
Suddenly, I find out some bearded hippie who's looking for folks to be on his new children's program and that he was looking for a wampire. The next thing I know he's got some OCD numerologist on his show. His ugly purple skin, counting up and down. I-i-i-it was just disgusting, blah.

Count Blah:
[at his wife's grave] Sometimes I wish there really was a Martian serum 7... so I could dig you up and have sex with you one more time.

Warren The Ape:
Uh, we're like two killers on a murder spree 'cross the country. WE'RE TOTALLY TRIPPING BALLS and we're outta gas. Think we could sit here for awhile and just, like, groove off your funky wisdom?

IFC Exec:
Warren, is that a gun?

Warren:
Uh, no... it's just uh, the lighting in here.

Warren:
Every time a girl doesn't take off her top, an angel loses its wings.

Warren Demontague:
Have a great gang war a**holes. Warren's going to Vegas.