Jack Merridew: Whats this dumbshit I hear about a monster? We're gonna have to send you back to kindergarten.
Larry: I'm serious.
Jack Merridew: Ok what kind of monster? Did it have fur and poison fangs, or long slimy tentacles?
Larry: It growled and it came out of me and it's mouth, it was wet.
Luke: Maybe it was a bear.
Roger: Sounds more like a reptile.
Jack Merridew: Sounds more like bullshit.
Piggy: We did everything just the way grownups would have. Why didn't it work? Things would be much better here if it wasn't for him. I wish he was dead.
Ralph: No, you don't.
Piggy: I do! We could just give up and join his tribe. Then we'd at least be with the others.
Ralph: No, Piggy.
Piggy: Ralph... I can't see.
Ralph: I know.
Ralph: Face it Jack, you fucked up! We could've been rescued.
Jack Merridew: Back off man! I'm sick of your shit and so is my gang.
Ralph: Your gang. What's that supposed to mean?
Jack Merridew: What it means colonel, that no ones good for you and stop trying to run everything.
Tony: What are we gonna do with thieves when we catch them?
Ralph: We can't have kids stealing and just running wild. We're going to have to have stricter rules and hand out demerits... I guess.
Ralph: Whoever holds the conch gets to speak.
Jack Merridew: Whats the matter tits! Were you afraid to bring it with you? Anyway the conch doesn't count anymore, Miss Piggy-tits.
Ralph: Stop that.
Jack Merridew: Nobody's interested in you and your fucking conch! Why don't you just take your fat friend and shove off! you've had all the meat you can eat. Come on hunters! Rogers the pig.
Jack Merridew: Right on, Larry. When you other brats get older or get hungry enough, you can come join up, too.
