Splatterhouse

Terror Mask:
Paint the walls red!

Terror Mask:
Hey, look, I'm getting head! [evil laughter]

Rick Taylor:
Somehow I don't trust you.

Terror Mask:
And somehow, I don't care.

Rick Taylor:
Oh, yeah? F*** you.

Dr. West:
No, Rick. F*** YOU!

Terror Mask:
[Rick faces off against the Biggy Man] Show him why we call it "Splatterhouse".

Terror Mask:
Oh... look... a 2X4. Let's do some F***ING carpentry.

Rick Taylor:
[awakens to see his arm has been torn off and is bleeding profusely] Oh god! Oh! Oh my arm! [screams]

Terror Mask:
Jesus Rick get it together, I asked you to trust me, first sight of blood and you're crying like a schoolgirl, For a Dick you are such a p*ssy! [regrows his arm] There all better now?

Terror Mask:
[mocking a woman's voice] Rick save me!, Did you hear that Rick I believe Jen is in f***ing trouble, let's go!

Rick Taylor:
F***! Will you just shut the f*** up! [the Terror Mask laughs]

Terror Mask:
[to a demonic doll] Ok you raggedy little f***er let's see what you're made of!

Terror Mask:
[as Rick is deciding which button to push on the elevator] Any floor will do f*** it! [Rick punches the buttons smashing in the controller] [a giant demonic creature with two chainsaws for arms bursts through the elevator door] Wait, wait, wait, I know this guy!, yeah we are screwed!

Rick Taylor:
[lands hard after a long fall] Nice landing

Terror Mask:
Hey your nutsack's not fused to your chin right? I'd consider that a successful trip!

Terror Mask:
[a giant demonic eye appears amongst a room full of living organs] Now why is there a big f***ing eye down here? Ah who the hell cares, I just to see what's behind it, so I don't know, kill it!