- Abigail: The possessed bodies, they kill all in their path in preparation for Aeloth's ascension on the next blood moon. On the Devil's hour.
- Brodie: Oh shit, the moon is red tonight. When is the Devil's hour?
- Abigail: Three AM.
- Zakk: Three AM Pacific or Eastern time? Do demons recognize daylight savings?
- Brodie: Do you - do you like metal?
- Medina: Um, isn't it just a bunch of guys screaming?
- Brodie: No way! Well... apart from grindcore. And death metal is kind of like that. And deathcore, screamo, pornogrind, black metal, metalcore, thrash, and mordorcore. But apart from those...
- Medina: It's just not my thing. I don't really get it.
- Brodie: It's like, when life sucks, and you feel alone and empty. You stick on some metal and life is better, because... because somebody else knows the pain and the rage that you're going through, y'know?
- Mr. Capenhurst: Good work Brodie. Nice technique. Great shading on the demon penises. Is that me having hot pokers stuffed up m rectum by skeletons?
- Brodie: Yes, sir.
- Mr. Capenhurst: Nice likeness .Very detailed. Two weeks detention.
- Zakk: [after they kill Brodie's possessed aunt and uncle with their box of dildoes, and Brodie kills his not possessed asshole cousin with a chainsaw for good measure] Pretty sure he wasn't possessed.
- Brodie: [Smiling] What? Oh no. Of course he was. Because when he came in he said something about... Satan. Yeah. You didn't hear him say that?
- Brodie: I thought you were off to the lookout to watch the town burn.
- Zakk: Realized I couldn't leave my mate in the shit. Not with all these demons to mega-kill. Metalheads stick together, right?
- Medina: Whoa, wait. You decided that you wanted to help us, and then you went and applied makeup? Well, how long did that take? What ten - fifteen minutes?
- Zakk: It's not makeup. It's fucking corpse paint. For going into battle.
- Medina: Okay. Well, you look adorable. It really brings out your eyes.
- Brodie: My uncle Albert was balls-deep into Jesus. He thought Ricky Martin was heavy. He heard me cranking some Disemboweled Corpse and he hasn't slept for days.
- Brodie: My friends are losers, my uncle keeps trying to christen me in my sleep, and I'm drenched in my cousin's bodily fluids.
- David: Oh Christ, it's my Satanist cousin, Brodie. Look at that ugly loner. I'm gonna make his life hell on earth.
- Medina: Wow. That's really cool, David. Can you please take me home now?
- David: I thought we'd take a drive or something.
- Medina: It's hard to believe, but talking about bullying isn't really a turn on.
- Brodie: Okay, so all the shit is in my room, all right? But watch out for my aunt and uncle because they hate you. And, also, they might be demons.
- Zakk: All right, look, I'm gonna help you do this, but only because you suck at it. Also, it's kind of fun stabbing shit.
- Terry: The Blind One is coming. He's going to suck out your intestines for a thousand years and use your ribs as toothpicks.
- Brodie: Um... okay.
- Terry: Did I mention he's going to roast your nuts over an open fire? While they are still attached, of course.
- Brodie: No, Terry. You didn't mention that.
- Terry: Well, he is.
- Rikki Daggers: Aeon sent you, didn't he? When are you occultist cunts ever gonna fuckin' learn?
- Brodie: No, we're just... we're just metalheads. We're fans.
- Zakk: Brutal.
- Brodie: Should we check his pulse?
- Zakk: He has a fucking engine for a head. I don't think he's gonna be walking this one off, man.
- Brodie: Shit.
- Zakk: Y'know - it's weird, but I think he would have wanted to go out like this.
- Brodie: His eyes ripped out, face grinded off and then head mounted under a car engine?
- Zakk: Totally. For whom the bell tolls, old man.
- Medina: I wanted to come up with like a one-liner like you were axing for this or something. That would be really cool right?
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