Jane Coslaw: Aww, look out world, Marty the Great didn't get something he wanted.
Uncle Red: Where's your Mom?
Marty Coslaw: She and Dad are out back lighting the barbeque, yeah, and Jane's walking around in all these new clothes showing off her tits, acting like no-one ever had tits before her.
Reverend Lowe: You see, you meddling little shit.
Marty Coslaw: You know who used to have a baseball bat like that? Mr. Knopfler.
Uncle Red: So?
Jane Coslaw: It looked like Bigfoot had used it for a toothpick.
Milt Sturmfuller: Ow! That's it. Oh, that hurts my parts.
Uncle Red: I mean, uh, what the heck you gonna shoot a .44 bullet at anyway... made out of silver?
Mac: How about a werewolf?
Uncle Red: You wanna know what I think?
Marty Coslaw: No, we just called you out here to admire your pretty little face.
Uncle Red: You better watch your mouth, right now. You're on thin ice with me, son.
Answer: Well it is a dream, so it could be anyone's. Maybe the priest's own, or the kid that was killed earlier.
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