Spawn

Cogliostro:
The war between heaven & hell depends on the choices we make, and those choices require sacrafice. That's the test.

Spawn:
Aren't there any normal people left on Earth, or is everybody just back from hell?

Jason Wynn:
When this is all over, I will personally deep-fry your lard-ass.

Spawn:
What's happening to me?

Clown:
Nothing. Just your necro-flesh going through its larval stage. Soon you're gonna get hair in funny places and gonna start thinking about girls.

Spawn:
Just get me to a hospital.

Clown:
A hospital? Have you seen yourself lately? Burnt man walking. Not even the entire cast of "E.R." could put you back together.

Clown:
Everytime someone farts, a demon gets his wings.

Clown:
Oh, twins.

Clown:
I love the smell of burning asphalt in the morning.

Clown:
You're dead. D-E-D. Dead.

Clown:
I say destroy the cosmos, ask questions later.

Spawn:
Give my regards to your boss. Tell him he's next.

Spawn:
You sent me to Hell. I'm here to return the favor.

Clown:
I'm gonna cut you into 50 pieces and mail one to each state.

Jason Wynn:
He killed Jessica, and he almost killed me.

Clown:
You say that like it's a bad thing.

Clown:
Ooh. Burnt man walkin'.

Clown:
Boy you were just tied to that track and that stupid train just kept runnin' over ya didn't it? Just runnin' over you.

Jessica Priest:
It's a little early for Halloween Simmons.

Spawn:
Where you're going, every day is Halloween.

Jason Wynn:
You don't quit us, son. We are not the U.S. Postal Service.

Clown:
There you are. I've been looking everwhere for you. Bad crispy, BAD crispy. Clown not like.

Clown:
Come on, fry-boy. Can't keep that side-order of potato salad waitning, now can we?

Clown:
Why must you people always question? Why, why, why? When how is so much more fun.

Al Simmons:
You wipe his ass for him, too?

Spawn:
What are you looking at?

Cogliostro:
You tell me.

Clown:
How come Heaven gets all the good fellas, and we're left with the retards?

Clown:
I hate clowns. I hate them all. Ronald, Bozo, Chuckles... with their stupid red noses and over-sized shoes... I don't mind being short, fat, and ugly - but the pay sucks.

Zack:
Relax, mister. I've seen worse faces at the coroner's.

Spawn:
Thanks, kid. That makes me feel *much* better.

Clown:
Wynn and Wanda sitting in a tree, S-U-C-K-I-N-G