She's Evil. Evil, Evil, Evil. I Want

All Fear Comes From Trying To See The Future, Biff. If You Know What Is Coming, You Aren't Afraid.

She's So Small, Yet She Contains So Much Evil.

She's Evil. Evil, Evil, Evil. I Want To See Her Naked.

If You Think Anyone Is Sane You Just Don’t Know Enough About Them. The Key — And This Is Very Relevant In Our Case — Is To Find Someone Whose Insanity Dovetails With Your Own.

Like God's Own Chocolate, I'd Lick Her Shadow Off A Hot Sidewalk