“What did one say to a stalker? Um, pardon me, Mr.Stalker, but could you, like, not?”
“A cold dismay creeps over me. Oh okay, maybe I did once kind of pretend I had a stalker. Which I shouldn't have done. But I mean, just because you invent one tiny stalker - that doesn't make you a complete nut case, does it?”
“It reminds me of an old joke: What did the Zombie say to the whore?" I looked at him blankly. "Um....what?" He winked. "Keep the tip.”
“Like a stalker. An obsessed stalker. An obsessed, vampire stalker”
“Don't say 'what,' say 'pardon,' darling, and do as your mother tells you.”
“It was you, you who brought me the pardon. Pee on me, won't you. It would be like benediction. O, what a sleepwalker I have been!”