Big Bob: Bobby, leave Doug alone. He's a democrat. He doesn't believe in guns.
Small Deformed Child: Mister, will you play with us?
Doug Bukowski: Ninety-seven percent of nation wide coverage, and we get stuck in the three percent.
Doug Bukowski: Bobby! Bobby, where you going?
Bobby Carter: Fucking kill those motherfuckers.
Answer: Pluto puts his hand over Brenda's mouth and Ethel doesn't bother to look over.