Lieutenant Disher: Listen, everything's gonna be fine. We're gonna put you in a safe house this afternoon.
Natalie: Randy, I'm not leaving. I'm never leaving this house again.
Lieutenant Disher: You're gonna have armed guards. It's already been scheduled, Natalie. [bites head off a gingerbread man]
Natalie: Randy, the cookie.
Lieutenant Disher: Sorry.
Natalie: Doesn't matter. I could have the whole sixth fleet guarding me.
Lieutenant Disher: Natalie, it's just a doll.
Natalie: You really don't believe in it? Witchcraft, voodoo?
Lieutenant Disher: I'm a Pisces. We're not superstitious. Where's your milk?