Willa Weston: What are you doing?
Vince McCain: I'm freezing him.
Willa Weston: Why?
Vince McCain: He's gotta be cryogenically frozen until they find a cure.
Willa Weston: Yeah, a cure? Vince, he has a bullet in the brain.
Vince McCain: Well, get more ice.
Willa Weston: Vince, there is no cure for a bullet in the brain. It is very fatal.
Willa Weston: You really don't like animals, do you?
Vince McCain: No, it's not that I don't like them, I just don't see the point. I remember, when I was five, my mother got me this... dog. Pft. I just didn't get it. I suppose I had nothing I needed fetched. So I sold him.
Willa Weston: How sad.
Vince McCain: Oh, he got over it.
Vince: How does he get three girls... where does the third one go?
Rod McCain: You're going to jail, Vince.
Vince McCain: Aw, no - not again.
Rollo Lee: Mr. Sylvester Stallone didn't get where he is today by playing in Jane Austen.
Vince: Did you get a whiff of that guy's cologne? Eau de Monkey Fart.
Vince McCain: You saw the papers... the, uh, Vampire Gunman Runs Amok story?
Vince: I don't like you. You're weird and unattractive.
Vince: No, no. This is the kind of conversation that two people have when one of them is female.
Willa Weston: For one thing, he loves animals.
Vince: Oh, he doesn't just love 'em.
Rollo Lee: It's an anteater, not a maneater.
Sydney Lotterby: What would you be saying if it went over there, jumped into that pram? What would you be saying to the child's mother now?
Rollo Lee: I'd be saying, "Madam, you are the victim of an 8 billion to one chance: a leaping anteater. An evolutionary mutant previously unknown to science."