Urban Gothic

Milton:
I accidentally raised a damn necromancer from the dead, and he thought it'd be fun to kill us, bring us back and make us his slaves. Didn't work out; teen spirit and all that.

Milton:
[as Kate is about to give blood by slitting her hand with a knife] So, you've given blood like this before?

Kate:
Not squeamish, are you?

Milton:
Actually you're rather turning me on.

Kate:
Just give me the knife.

Milton:
Jude, Zombies are the Ikea furniture of the Netherworld. Quick Reassembly.

Jude:
This is Milton, he's a Zombie.

Kali Cunningham:
You have a zombie driving for you?

Milton:
I have no respect for humanity. Makes it much more fun!

Cora:
Step on the cracks, never fall in, watch your back for the Nitterkin.

Kate:
Better dead than bored, right?

Leo:
You know how the date-system goes: movie, dinner, sex... not: movie, dinner, satanic ritual...

Nik:
Are you shagging her, or what?

Milton:
We have a mutual beneficial eroctic agenda.

Leo:
But that was us. Repeated offenders of the first and worst. It's not that we were bad. We were just alive. And that would lead to all kinds of everything.

Eustace:
[Holding a pornography magazine] Look mum! Bare ladies!

Kylie:
[as Mr. Pritchard is about to put a slice of meat on her plate] I just remembered, I'm a vegetarian!

Fenella:
Your daughter *really* is full of surprises!

Bill:
You take no notice of her, Fenella! This grub is top notch, love! [Bill's wife gives him an evil glance]

Kylie:
Thank you Bill! I got everything I needed from Val-U-Matik!

Fenella:
Eustace has... dust allergies. Poor lamb. He must be having trouble... breathing.

Fenella:
[Kylie is looking around the Pritchard's kitchen cupboards] Grrr. This isn't the little girls room!

Kylie:
No, um, I was, uh, just admiring all the tins. Very Warhol. Slightly stuck in the sixities.

Fenella:
We can all watch a Delia Smith video now, as a special treat!

Kylie:
Right...

Kylie:
Hi! I thought you might like to come out and interact with some human beings!

Eustace:
I can't. I-I'm allergic.

Kylie:
What?

Eustace:
I'm allergic!

Kylie:
You allergic to everythin'?

Eustace:
Pretty much.

Kylie:
Fine!

Eustace:
Please - be careful of my mother...

Fenella:
There's always room for Pineapple Chuncks!

Kylie:
Somethings definitely rotten in Stepping Poutney!

Noddy:
Oh yeah, sorry, shoulda changed my underwear.

Kylie:
Not you Noddy! The place. It isn't right.

Noddy:
Like every front yards got a bird table, but there aren't any birds around...

Kylie:
Yeah! And like, how all the rubbish is gift-wrapped! And like, there are no offices or pubs or corner shops and like how all the kids grew up like Blue Peter wanted them to!

Kali Cunningham:
Become the Antichrist? I don't think my parents would approve.