Ash: [for no apparent reason] ... Groovy.
Henrietta: I'll swallow your soul! I'll swallow your soul! I'll swallow your soul! Ash: [aims shotgun at Henrietta's face] Swallow this.
Annie: [Looking at a picture in the Necronomicon of Ash himself] In 1300 AD they called this man the uh, 'hero from the sky'. He was prophesied to have destroyed the evil. Ash: He didn't do a very good job...
[upon gaining the chainsaw in place of his lost right hand] Ash: Groovy.
Ash: Hey, what do you say we have some champagne, huh, baby? Linda: Sure. Ash: After all, I'm a man and you're a woman... at least last time I checked. Huh huh.
Ash: [talking to mirror] I'm fine... I'm fine... [Mirror Ash jumps out of the mirror and grabs Ash] Mirror Ash: I don't think so. We just cut up our girlfriend with a chainsaw. Does that sound "fine"?
Henrietta: Someone's in my fruit cellar! Someone with a fresh soooul!
Linda: Even now we have your darling Linda's soul, as she suffers in torment! Ash: You're going DOWN!
Annie: The first passage will allow the demon to manifest itself in the flesh. Ash: Why the hell would we want to do that?
Ash: You're goin' down. Chainsaw.
[Ash's hand gains a life of its own] Ash: Gimme back my hand... GIMME BACK MY HAND!
[Ash grabs a chainsaw] Ash: That's right... who's laughing now... who's laughing *now*?
Ash: [having just gotten hit in the face with a gusher of blood that turns to black goo] Old double-barrel here, blow your guts to Kingdom Come! [staggers backward, voice drops] Ash: See if we don't!
Ash: Got you, didn't I, you little sucker!
Ash: [to his freshly sawn-off possessed hand] Here's your new home. [Ash places a bucket and a bunch of books on it to trap the hand, the top book reads "A Farewell to Arms"]
Bobbie Joe: You're holding my hand too tight. Jake: Baby, I ain't holding your hand!
Ed Getley: We are the things that were and shall be again! Ahahahaha! Spirits of the book! We want what is yours! LIFE! Dead by dawn! Dead by dawn! Possessed Henrietta: Dead by dawn! Dead by dawn!
Ash: Then let's head on down into that cellar and carve ourselves a witch.
