Sam and Max: Night of the Raving Dead

Sam:
We'd like to waste time by ordering stuff you don't have.

Stinky:
Knock yourselves out.

Sam:
Crab and salamander enchiladas in green sauce.

Stinky:
[yelling to the kitchen door] Sal, I want Lou Dobbs and Greta Van Sustern doing double-dutch on the back of a rogue elephant!

Sam:
Tuna noodle casserole with onion rings.

Stinky:
[yelling] Get me one Rudy Giuliani with no pants and sequined garters! And a tuna noodle casserole with onion rings!

Sam:
Seared grouper in a maple syrup reduction, with bacon-wrapped dates and toffee chips, served on a bed of Venezuelan newspaper clippings.

Stinky:
[yelling] Sal, number 3!

Sam:
Chicken chow mein with chocolate covered raisins and a caramel swirl.

Stinky:
Sal, get me a hyperactive spider monkey in a powder-blue cardigan. And why don't we go ahead and wrestle him to the ground and tickle him until he pees.

Max:
I have got to see what goes on in this kitchen!

Flint Paper:
[discovering Sam and Max are zombies] Aw, no! Not you guys, too! Hate to do this, fellas, but Sam and Max always said they'd rather *die* than become one of those... things.

Sam:
I don't remember ever saying that. Did you, Max?

Max:
Nah, I'm pretty sure he was making that part up.

Sam:
Spooky castle, huh?

Max:
Jeepers, you said it! It sure was nice of your aunt to let us visit for the rock music festival! I just hope we don't run into a... g-g-g-g-GHOST!

Sam:
[annoyed] How many times have I asked you not to do that, Max?

Max:
Sorry.

Sam:
When they put a stone slab over your corpse, you know they *really* don't want you coming back!

Bob:
[describing their new car upgrade] It's a super high-powered antenna for wireless internet access while on the road.

Curt:
There are problems.

Bob:
Using it could result in catastrophic electrical failure and the spontaneous explosion of your vehicle!

Max:
We see. And what are the problems?

Sam:
Didn't we destroy the internet?

Curt:
Luckily, Al Gore was able to recreate the internet from his original plans.

Max:
What's on the internet that would interest a droning, glassy-eyed zombie, anyway?

Curt:
Al Gore recreated the internet in his own image.

Sam:
Don't you want revenge on Jurgen for turning you into a zombie?

Zombie:
Oh, I was already a zombie, silly guy. My company makes experimental new drugs until something goes horribly awry.

Max:
Drugs to create a race of super-soldiers?

Zombie:
Male enhancement.