Regan MacNeil: Was it in Africa?
Father Lamont: Yes.
Dr. Gene Tuskin: How do you know that?
Regan MacNeil: Well, it looked like something I saw at the natural history museum.
Dr. Gene Tuskin: But you weren't suppose to remember anything.
Regan MacNeil: I know.
Regan MacNeil: Call me by my dream name. Call me.
Regan MacNeil: You're going to die up there.
Psychiatrist: Is there someone inside you?
Regan MacNeil: Sometimes.
Psychiatrist: Who is it?
Regan MacNeil: I don't know.
Psychiatrist: Is it Captain Howdy?
Regan MacNeil: I don't know.
Psychiatrist: If I ask him to tell me, will you let him answer?
Regan MacNeil: No.
Psychiatrist: Why not?
Regan MacNeil: I'm afraid.
Marti: But Seth is bringing back help.
Jeff Reed: Seth isn't coming back.
Fargo: Well, well, well... what do we have here? The game's over, bitch. This time you're dead for sure. First, I'm gonna fuck you. Then, I'm gonna slice you into little pieces.
Brenda: Sounds nice and kinky to me. Too bad you're not double-jointed.
Fargo: Why?
Brenda: Because if it were, you'd be able to bend over and kiss your ass goodbye.
Cindy: Well, well. It looks like the little slut's at it again.
Wes: Cut it out, Cindy, we're only talking.
Cindy: I know it's not your fault, Wes.
Brenda: Fuck off, bitch.
