Wilma Northrup: Now get out of my way, Henry, or I swear to God you'll be wearing your balls for earrings.
Nathan Grantham: Where's my cake, Bedelia? I want my cake! It's Father's Day, Bedelia. I want my cake!
White: What's the matter, Mr. Pratt? Bugs got your tongue?
Upson Pratt: Go out and fuck somebody. But wear a damn rubber, everybody's got the damn herpes these days.
Jordy: That's a meteor. I'll be dipped in shit if that ain't a meteor.
Richard Vickers: It's Showtime.
Henry: I drove out there with the remains of three human beings... well, two human beings and Wilma.
Upson Pratt: What the fuck? Another son of a bitchin' blackout! If it was MY power company, this would never happen.
Mike the Janitor: Fuck-a-diddle.
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.
Jordy Verrill: Meteor shit.
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.
Henry: Just tell it to call you Billie, you bitch.
Chosen answer: The song you're hearing is the theme song to the movie of the same name: "Thoroughly Modern Mille".
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