Brett: If you don't get your hand off my leg, you're going to be wiping your ass with a hook next time you take a dump.
Camp Loman: I never heard no talk like that when I was a boy.
Coach: Sodas, I'm buyin'.
News reporter: This frightening mechanical revolt appears to be occurring everywhere. New York, London, New Deli, Moscow, Peking, the reports - or reports we have - are all the same: machines apparently operating by themselves are under the direction of some agency we don't understand are going on a homicidal rampage. Some seem to be waking up more slowly than others. Only one thing is completely certain this morning, and that is: no machine is to be trusted. Unplug all the electrical appliances.
Joe: What do you think happened here?
Hendershot: Fucked if I know, Bubba. Fucked if I know.
Bill Robinson: What the hell are you doing in there?
Brett: Changing. That salesman had his hands all over me, and he's dead now and I don't like the smell of him on me. I don't like it.
Bill Robinson: Jesus.
Brett: Eat my shorts.
Brett: I ain't never seen a hero with his ass in the air like that.
Bill Robinson: Mother's helper?
Brett: A girl hitching her way down to Florida needs some protection.
Bill Robinson: Yeah? That's what you're doing?
Brett: Yeah. That I was doing before every machine went into maximum overdrive.
Brett: Maybe tomorrow it will be our world again.
Bill Robinson: I don't know. Was it ever?
Hendershot: I don't give a ladybug.
Bill Robinson: Jesus is coming and he is pissed.
Chosen answer: He does bear a striking resemblance to Stephen King. King was both the writer and director of this movie, and as such, was certainly the guy in charge of all the character's fates and pulling all the strings.
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