Ghosts, Season 2

Tom:
I feel as if I've died and went to heaven.

Alberta:
If only if it were that simple.

Samantha:
A podcast is like a... like a TV show but without the pictures.

Alberta:
Baby, that's called radio. What you're describing is radio.

Jay:
Yeah, okay, so he's a bit hippie-dip pie, I'll give you that, but you don't know him yet.

Samantha:
She says hi.

Both:
Spirit, spirit, listen clear.

Isaac:
Through a combination of shrewd bargaining and a general disdain for physical touch...

Thorfinn:
Yeah. Ugh.

Isaac:
And while today he may be celebrated as a great man, it turns out Hamilton was a bit of a nose-picker.

Ben Franklin:
Higgintoot.

Thorfinn:
Careful.

[Samantha gets electrocuted and falls on top of Thorfinn.]

Samantha:
What happen? Why hands so small and clean?

Ghosts:
Merry Christmas, Sam!

Pete:
It-it wasn't your fault, though. I mean, you were still figuring things out yourself.

Flower:
Ooh. What's going on?

Hetty:
It's time we finally discuss our little Christmas dalliance.

Sasappis:
My relationship's on the line and Jay's pinching pennies.

Hetty:
Tara Reid is giving a speech.

Jay:
Okay. What do Vikings eat?

Jay:
Happy Valentine's Day to me.

Terry:
So, you're proposing a book about a regular guy who was near some things and then crapped himself to death?

Pete:
Hey, Sam, I'm ready!

Alberta:
Don't let up.

Alicia:
Her toenail?

Alberta:
We found Crash's head.

Crash:
Hiya, Toots.

Samantha:
Oh, my God!

Stephanie:
Are you happy to see me?

Stephanie:
You know, I'm technically 54 years old now.

Samantha:
I have one day to solve Alberta's murder.

Thorfinn:
You just drink alcohol even though no idea who gave it to you.

Alberta:
What's your point, Thor? We all got here somehow.

Pete:
Cheese & crackers!