Suicide: You think this is a fuckin' costume? This is a way of life.
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Suicide: You think this is a fuckin' costume? This is a way of life.
Casey: Chuck, I never did like you. Oh, but God, hold me tight.
Spider: I ain't in no mood to die tonight.
Burt Wilson: Put that gun away, Ernie! Before you shoot somebody!
Frank: Some big favor. I can operate that goddamn thing.
Suicide: You think this is a fuckin' costume? This is a way of life.
Casey: Chuck, I never did like you. Oh, but God, hold me tight.
Spider: Come on, you stupid honky!
Tarman: More BRAINS!
Spider: I ain't in no mood to die tonight.
Burt Wilson: Put that gun away, Ernie! Before you shoot somebody!
Frank: Some big favor. I can operate that goddamn thing.
Eye Chart: Burt is a slave driver and a cheap son of a bitch!
Suicide: What's wrong with you? Show some respect for the dead!
Trash: Do you ever wonder about all the different ways of dying? You know, violently? And wonder, like, what would be the most horrible way to die? Spider: I try not too think about dying too much. Trash: Mm. Well for me, the worst way would be for a bunch of old men to get around me, and start biting and eating me alive. Spider: I see. Trash: First, they would tear off my clothes... Chuck: Hey, somebody get some light over here, Trash is taking off her clothes again.
Frank: International treaty, all skeletons come from India. Freddy: No kidding, how come? Frank: How the hell do I know how come? The important question is, where do they get all the skeletons with perfect teeth?
Paramedic #1: You have no pulse, your blood pressure's zero-over-zero, you have no pupillary response, no reflexes and your temperature is 70 degrees. Freddy: Well, what does that mean? Paramedic #1: Well, it's a puzzle because, technically, you're not alive. Except you're conscious, so we don't know what it means. Freddy: Are you saying we're dead? Paramedic #2: Well, let's not jump to conclusions. Freddy: Are you saying we're dead? Paramedic #2: No conclusions. Paramedic #1: Obviously I didn't mean you were really dead. Dead people don't move around and talk.
Burt Wilson: If that is a re-animated body, we're gonna have to kill it. Freddy: How do you kill something that's already dead? Burt Wilson: How do I know, Fred? Let me think! Frank: It's not a bad question, Burt.
Burt Wilson: One question, Frank: this guy screaming in here... you're sure he's a dead cadaver? Frank: Why don't you open the door and find out! Burt Wilson: Uh... no, that's allright Frank, I'll take your word for that.
Suicide: How come you guys only come around when you need a ride someplace? Spider: 'Cause you're one spooky motherfucker, man.
Col. Horace Glover: Sir, this is Colonel Glover. I'm sorry to disturb you at this hour, sir, but we're at Q-2 status. It looks like we've found that lost consignment of Easter eggs. Yes, sir, pretty sure. They've turned up in Louisville. I'm getting confirmations on this from the Louisville Police Department. Louisville, Kentucky, sir. Col. Horace Glover: Well, sir, it would be good news, except that the eggs have hatched.
Col. Horace Glover: Yes? Yes, Captain. I see. Very well. Put the call through to me. Yes, yes, put him on. Col. Horace Glover: Mister Wilson, where are you calling from? Col. Horace Glover: I see. When did this take place? And when was the tank first breached? Col. Horace Glover: Why didn't you call this number immediately? Col. Horace Glover: I see. It's understandable. What happened next? Col. Horace Glover: Oh, you did? And what effect did that have? Col. Horace Glover: I see. So what did you do then? Col. Horace Glover: And what did they do? Col. Horace Glover: I see. Really? How many did you say? And how many acres does this cemetery cover, sir? Col. Horace Glover: Yes. I see. Yes, I see. Of course. Col. Horace Glover: Thank you for your assistance, Mister Wilson. I'm going to switch you back to Captain Turner. He'll talk to you.
Casey: Hey, is that Freddy? Chuck: Where? Casey: Over there, going into that building. Chuck: No. That is NOT Freddy. Casey: How would you know? Chuck: Because, why would Freddy be going into a mortuary?
Burt Wilson: What about the bones Ernie? Ernie Kaltenbrunner: Bones are no problem. Hardest thing to burn is the heart. Burt Wilson: A heart, why? Ernie Kaltenbrunner: 'cause it's just one big tough muscle. Burt Wilson: Yeah, but Ernie, I mean, c'mon, we don't want the heart sticking around! Ernie Kaltenbrunner: Then I'll turn it up hotter for the heart.
Ernie Kaltenbrunner: Freeze or you're dead! Spider: Don't shoot, man! Ernie Kaltenbrunner: Are you crazy? Are you on PCP? Spider: Nobody's on any drugs, man! Just let us in!
Tina: What did you do to Freddy? What's wrong with him? Ask this man. Spider: You know, I think it's time you tell us what the fuck's going on! Burt Wilson: I don't have to tell you anything, dick brain.
Frank: The army came in and closed it all off. Freddy: So how come you know about it? Frank: A typical army fuck up, the transportation department got the orders crossed. They sent those bodies here!
Spider: What do you want to do, Scuz, turn over gravestones? Scuz: No, I just want to look around the graveyard - I never seen one before. Spider: Haven't you ever been to a funeral? Scuz: I never knew anyone that died.
Freddy: I can finally see, the one thing... the one thing that will relieve this horrible suffering. Tina: What, Freddy? Freddy: A live... BRAAAAAAAAAAAAIIIIIN!
Frank: Let me ask you a question, kid: did you ever see that movie, "Night of the Living Dead"? Freddy: Yeah, yeah, yeah - that's the one where the corpses start eating the people, right? What about it? Frank: Did you know that story was based on a true case? Freddy: Aw, c'mon, you're shitting me, right? Frank: I ain't never been more serious in my life.
Trash: Do you ever fantasize... about being killed? Spider: Never. Trash: Do you ever wonder about all the different ways of dying? You know, violently, and wonder like, what would be the most horrible way to die? Spider: I try not to think about dying too much. Trash: Mmm. Well for me, the worst way would be for a bunch of old men... to get around me... and start biting... and eating me alive! Spider: I see. Trash: First, they would tear off my clothes.
Tina: It isn't the President of the United States, but at least he makes enough money to buy something. Suicide: Maybe he'll buy something from me, huh? Tina: He don't like your kind of stuff, Suicide.
