Turkey Jackson: Aunt Lucy. I can see her now, lying on her dying bed, looking at you with those big, trusting eyes. 'Before I go, Jeff, promise me one thing, ' she said. 'Promise me you'll always be a friend to little Orville, ' she said. 'No matter what happens, you'll never leave the little jerk, ' she said. 'Promise me, Jeff, promise me, ' she said.
Jeff Peters: Yeah, then she up and died before I had the chance to say no.
Turkey Jackson: How do you figure on paying for all this?
Jeff Peters: What are you, scared? You got red blood, ain't you?
Turkey Jackson: Yeah, but I don't want to get it all over strangers.
Jeff Peters: Go ahead, eat up, eat up son. I'll think of something.
Turkey Jackson: These guys don't monkey around, they got knives, they're liable to try and get the food back the hard way.
Jeff Peters: First chance we get, we better dash for the nearest exit.
Turkey Jackson: Yeah, but how about that guy's knife? We're gonna look silly stumbling outta here on a set of stumps.
Jeff Peters: We must storm the place.
Turkey Jackson: You storm. I'll stay here and drizzle.
Jeff Peters: Orville, where are you?
Turkey Jackson: Right over here, behind these goosepimples.
Turkey Jackson: I hope she didn't hear that. The dead have a way of coming back you know.
Jeff Peters: Get out, when they're dead they're dead.
Turkey Jackson: Not Aunt Lucy, she was a Republican.
