Wilma Northrup: Now get out of my way, Henry, or I swear to God you'll be wearing your balls for earrings.
Wilma Northrup: You know what Henry? You're a regular barnyard exhibit. Sheep's eyes, chicken guts, piggy friends... and shit for brains.
Wilma Northrup: I mean, some of these so-called academics make the shark in "Jaws" look like fuckin' Flipper.
Richard Vickers: I'll shoot you dead.
Harry: You can't shoot us dead, Richard.
Becky: ...because we're already dead.
Harry: We want to see you, Richard. We dug a hole for you, Richard.
Becky: ...on the beach.