American Werewolf in Paris, An
1997
Serafine: I want you to blow a big bubble for me. Andy McDermott: What? Serafine: Well... It's a custom in France. The bigger the bubble, the more a boy likes a girl.
Surgeon: Did you see a girl? She's stolen my heart. Andy McDermott: I know the feeling.
Andy McDermott: Great. Come to Paris and check out les drains.
Claude: I LOVE Americans. You all have a good taste.
(the undead Amy rises from a slab as a zombie) Amy Fitch: Thanks for the lovely evening, douche-bag. You really know how to treat a lady. Andy McDermott: No! You're dead! Amy Fitch: No, I'm undead. Which means I'm forced to walk this wretched earth until you die. (Brad appears as a zombie) Brad: Not so fast! You want my buddy dead, you're gonna have to come through me. Amy Fitch: Oh, that's something. (to Andy) It took me four years to get a package figure like this. You ripped through it like a lamb chop. Andy McDermott: This can't be happening. Brad: Don't blame me Andy. I warned you. Amy Fitch: (to Andy) Wait a minute. You knew about this all along? Cadaver: Hey, keep it quiet! Some of us are trying to rest in pieces here.
Andy McDermott: I didn't choose to become a werewolf. I can't face the fact that I've got to go around killing and eating people for the rest of my life. Brad: Better get used to it.
Amy Fitch: Who do you have to sleep with to get a guy to have sex with you?
Bouncer: (outside the Club Luna) Claude said no one is to be admitted once the door was locked. Serafine: The full moon is rising; would you rather I remained out here with you? Bouncer: Uh, no. (opens the door and lets Serafine in, quickly locking the door behind her)