The Texas Chainsaw Massacre (2003)

Morgan: What are we gonna do?
Kemper: I don't know... uh... we gotta call the cops, I guess.
Morgan: Um, yeah, on a list of bad ideas, that one goes, way up there. Oh, police officers, please, as you inspect a crime scene, which is now our van, please, ignore the colorful pinata, filled with marijuana, in case you happen to come across it, because it played no part, you know, whatsoever in the demise of this unfortunate, young, woman.

Andy: Well, I guess that's what brains look like... Sort of like... lasagna... kind of... Okay, I'll shut up now.

Sheriff Hoyt: You kids shouldn't have messed with that little girl. You brought this all on yourself.

Kemper: Morgan, how are you an expert on the dumbest shit?

Sheriff Hoyt: Excuse me, you mind getting the fuck outta my way, son?

Old Monty: What the hell are you doing in my house?
Andy: All right, look. We're just looking for are friend, all right. Then we'll be out of here.
Old Monty: You ain't running things, boy except your mouth.
Andy: This guy's crazy.
Old Monty: You little turd, you're so dead, you don't even know it.

Erin: Her body is starting to stink, you guys.
Morgan: It's better than that store.

Erin: I didn't go to Mexico to watch you get shit-faced for four days.
Kemper: That's what you do in Mexico.

Andy: Erin, I'm dead. Please finish it. You can do it.
Erin: I can't. I can't. I can't. I can't.
Andy: Here's a knife. Erin, do it. Do it.
Erin: I can't do it.
Andy: Do it! Do it! Do it.
Erin: Please forgive me... Please forgive me.

Pepper: I don't know about you guys, but I happen to like my teeth right where they are.

Sheriff Hoyt: I smell bullshit.

Morgan: Will somebody tell her to please stop singing?

Sheriff Hoyt: I bet she's real unhappy, real sorry that you're getting fuckin' her blood all over your goddamn arm. You know, back when I was a young patrolman, I used to love wrapping up these young honies.
Andy: Yeah, I bet you did.
Sheriff Hoyt: Yeah, cop me a little bit of a feel every now and then, you know. Oh, look at that. She's kind of wet down there. What you boys been doing with this dead body anyway?
Andy: Can we please finish this?

Erin: Tell me you did not go to Mexico to buy weed.
Kemper: We did not go to Mexico to buy weed.