A troubled writer moves into a haunted house after inheriting it from his aunt.

Big Ben: So long sucker!
Big Ben: [Later on; Roger shoves a grenade up Big Ben's clothes] So long sucker!
Roger: [Whispers] Who are all these freaks?
Frank McGraw: You're most devoted fans.
Harold: Hey, it's great to have a new neighbor. Woman lived here before you was nuts. Biggest bitch under the sun. Just a senile old hag really. Wouldn't be surprised if someone just got fed up and offed her. Know what I mean?
Roger: She was my aunt.
Harold: Heart of gold though. Just uh, a saint really. And uh such a beautiful woman, for her age.
Roger: I beat you! And this Goddamn house!
Skeleton Big Ben: *Damn*! Come back from the grave and ran out of ammunition.
Harold Gorton: Solitude's always better with somebody else around, ya know?
Harold: [to his dog] Writing looks like fun, huh?
Big Ben: ROGER! I'll get you for this! I swear I will! Roger!
Skeleton Big Ben: You lost, buddy.
Skeleton Big Ben: [Roger hits Ben with a chair] Roger you fight like a little girl!
Skeleton Big Ben: Sucker!
Roger: Big Ben?
Skeleton Big Ben: [Sarcastically] No. It's your fairy godmother.
Aunt Elizabeth: It won Roger. It tricked me. I didn't think it could, but it did. It's going to trick you too, Roger. This house knows everything about you. Leave while you can!
Roger: No!
Tanya: We should get together soon.
Roger: Absolutely!
Tanya: We're neighbors. We shouldn't be strangers.
Roger: I couldn't agree more at any other time.
Tanya: I can tell when a man wants to work. I can also tell when a man wants to play.
[first lines]
Grocery Boy: Mrs. Hooper?
Skeleton Big Ben: You're pissin' me off, Roger!
Harold Gorton: Cujo, the raccoon!
Tanya: Hi. Ready to play?
Skeleton Big Ben: You're pissing me off, Roger!
[Machine gunfire]
Skeleton Big Ben: I've been waitin' year for this, Roger!
[Machine gunfire, out of ammo]
Skeleton Big Ben: Damn! You rise out of the grave and run out of ammunition!
Sandy Sinclair: My sister was an only child and you abused her!
Witch: Say your prayers.
Roger: Come on, Roger! Is that all you can do? You wimp!
[last lines]
Sandy Sinclair: My baby.