Garcia: No! Paula is mine! Imbecile! Hijo do. I thought something stank.
Johnson: Um, let's not make the Sister mad, G.
Sister Grim: Get out of my way...unless you want to feel the cut of my scythe.
Johnson: Nice one, G. Now we're in a fight to the death...WITH DEATH. They say a Sister Grim's greatest fear is hot flashes! And no wonder. Look how menopause treated her.
Garcia: Feels good! Paula...Angel...Why can't I stop them from killing you?
Johnson: Now here's a pretty prize. Mm-hmm, I smell an upgrade! Plug it in, G!
Demon Voice: Well done!
Johnson: Hey, fill those cracks with your explosive Hot Boner! You heard me.