High Spirits

Marge:
Oh my God! He's got my underwear!

Malcolm:
Oh, very nice, a pervert ghost!

Plunkett Senior:
No respectable ghost would live in California!

Jack:
I'm dead. So this is what it feels like. Like a hangover.

Jack:
You're a ghost, I'm an American. It would never work out.

Jack:
Eternity's a big commitment.

Peter Plunkett:
All I wanted to be was happily useless, you made me miserably useless.

Jack:
Kiss you? Maybe we should get some moisturizer first... or some medical supervision.

Sharon:
Jack, you threw me over for this? This... ugh! I mean I know you like passive women, Jack, but she's half dead. I hope she has a great personality, because this hurts.

Jack:
Now that I'm dead, I though I'd let you know. You're as cold as a penquin on an iceburg. You're a dwarf. Yeah, clean those choppers so you can chew up the next jerk that comes along.

Sharon:
My love, my reason for dying.

Miranda:
Father Tony... What are you doing in the pool?

Brother Tony:
The Lord works in mysterious ways.

Martin Brogan:
Tonight's the one night I turn to flesh so... what d'ya say to a wee bit o' skelpin', eh?

Sharon:
Drop dead.

Martin Brogan:
Ooohh, what a woman.