Bar Patron: Are you sure I can't give you a lift?
Cassie Phillips: I'd rather face the muggers.
The Tall Man: You think that when you die, you go to Heaven. You come to us.
Peter Loew: Am I getting through to you, Alva?
Alva Restrepo: I'll go right to it, Mr. Loew.
Elliot Mantle: Why are you crying, Bev?
Beverly Mantle: Separation can be a... terrifying thing.
Tracy: When we get out of here, Joel's going to be carrying his balls home in a knapsack.
Chris: Remind me never to piss you off, Tracy.
Freddy Krueger: How's this for a wet dream?
Angela: Too bad they haven't figured out a way to make french fries nutritious. I'm a nut when it comes to french fries.
Roadrash: Must have been a rowdy crowd tonight.
Tara: They are gardeners and carpenters, they are not tomato men.