Vampie

Azure St. Clair:
I'm gonna kick some vampire ass, then I'm gonna kick some Judas ass.

Grace:
When you're 600 years old, you amuse yourself with stupid sh*t.

Mammon:
You're a brave... little lamb.

Julian:
What a tender morsel.

Ludmilla:
Zombies seem to think so.

Mammon:
Silence. I want to savor this. Anything to say, little lamb?

Ludmilla:
You got some balls, little mortal.

Grace:
Yeah. They're clanging.

Mammon:
Around these parts, we do angel dust right. Your turn, sweetmeat.

Tippy:
Whacked by the Vatican. You have arrived.

Wanda:
Give the Great Spirit a little more credit than that!

Azure St. Clair:
Pie-eating whore? What was SHE so pissed about? She's a VAMPIRE, for f***'s sake! She doesn't have to sh*t any more! Ew.

Tippy:
Dear Lord, if I live through this I ain't never gonna sin again. I'll live a life of quiet dignity. I'll go back to dog grooming university, which was my original calling anyway...

Father Jack:
You're so beautiful. Like a... wild Zebra Orchid.

Azure St. Clair:
Really? Because I've been likened to a Venus Fly Trap... or the dreaded Corpse Flower.

Azure St. Clair:
I like Zebra Orchid. Of course, orchids are parasites. Is that what you're saying, Jack?

Father Jack:
No... orchids are parasites, yes, but they are wildly beautiful. And strong. God's little... tough cookies.

Father Jack:
The Vatican does nothing delicately.

Father Jack:
The Vatican will kill you. And your friends. They will call it collateral damage, and life will go on merrily.

Azure St. Clair:
I'm a pussycat. I don't mess with anyone. Well, except to feed, but...

Grace:
That totally doesn't count.

Wanda:
Heaven is only three feet above your head.

Mammon:
World domination is such an aphrodesiac... Now kiss, my pale flowers. Kiss. Ooh. That's just... hot.

Tippy:
Miz Wanda, that is borderline sacrilege, girl.

Evil Priest:
Heaven in art. Who. Father. Our.

Wanda:
I know what you are. And I could give two shits!

Wanda:
You shine like a little pink star in the twinkle of His eye!