[as an evil Ash begins growing out of his shoulder] Ash: Oh, dear God, it's growing bigger!
Army of DarknessHotel Manager: We have you down for a queen. Scott Donlan: What are you suggesting... my dear man?
Best in Showma chère penchons sur les filons géologiques (my dear let us lean on geographical veins)
Aime CesaireDear Optimism, nice to see you. I've got an extra room, how about you stay for a while.
Antonia Perdu