Horror House on Highway Five

The Pothead:
[On fiding a dead feline in the back of his student van] What the hell is this dead cat doing here?

Victim:
[Trying to reason with this President Nixon] Relax! Just put your f***in' mind at rest.... Are you nuts?

Female Passenger:
[Barking at Joe] What's wrong with you? You just run that guy over!... [Unkindly]... You must have a very low IQ!

JOE:
[Encountering the Nixon faced nutter wandaering along the deserted highways] Get out of the road you f***ing zombie!

Female Passenger:
[to Joe on encountering the Nixon faced nutter] You better be careful, he looks like a big Mutha

Female Passenger:
Hey Joe, tell your Dad to eat sh*t!