2001 Maniacs: Field of Screams

Mayor Buckman:
Suck my dixie!

Scarlet Red:
Sight of red always makes my pink wet.

Falcon:
All my life I've kept my heart in the closet... Lately, though... my ass keeps sticking out.

Granny Boone:
Well, Bucky... If the North won't come to the South...

Mayor Buckman:
...we'll bring the South to them!

Crow:
An eye for an eye, a tooth for a tooth, none shall rest till all are avenged!

Hucklebilly:
Dang, Oprah! You grunt louder than a churchyard chicken!

Jesus:
So what's a hottie like you doing with a limp dick like Jerry?

Bristol Bush:
[laughs] Ever hear the one about the dumb blond that slept with the writer to get ahead in Hollywood? Guess that's me.

Jesus:
[seductive tone] Oh... baby, you're no dumb blond. You're just misinformed. See, it's not the writers or directors that get you ahead. It's the teamsters. You stick with me, I'll hook you up.

Bristol Bush:
[scoffs] Yeah, like I never heard that before.

Jesus:
B*tch, I ain't playing you.

Bristol Bush:
Oh, yeah? So, who are you gonna hook me up with?

Jesus:
For one, a bunch of buddies of mine got this indie horror thing going on. See, horror has its hell these days, you know?

Bristol Bush:
I would love to get killed in a horror flick!

Jesus:
I bet you would, and I bet you'd look good too... all naked and covered in blood and sh*t.

Jerry Schmit:
Hey, we can always camp out here. You know, get the girls in thongs, roasting marshmellows...

Bristol Bush:
Whatever.

Jerry Schmit:
It would make for some great footage.

Tina Sheraton:
I don't think so. This place looks way too creepy.

Rome Sheraton:
Yeah, it's makes Biscuit's hair stand up.

K-Jay:
That would be the Formaldehyde, babe.

Falcon:
Dude, respect.

Bristol Bush:
For once, I agree with the debutantes. Let's just get out of here.

Falcon:
Dude, did I ever tell you about the time I totally f***ed my babysitter?

K-Jay:
Bro, I thought you said your uncle was your babysitter.

Falcon:
[beat] Uh... never mind.

Sheriff Friedman:
I'll see you in hell, Buckman!

Mayor Buckman:
We already live in hell.

Mayor Buckman:
Now let's see here, from here to the road it's a couple of miles, same distance we had to flee from Pleasant Valley. Now, there's no sport in shooting fish in a barrel. so we hid some guns and ammo along the way. Now, If ya'll can go out there and find them and put up a good fight, why, you're free to go.

Val Turner:
Oh, that is bloody bullocks! If you don't let us go now, I'll have my lawyer slaughter you up faster than you can say "IR Spectrum". I mean it, motherf***er! [Val spits at Mayor Buckman]