The Prowler

Carl:
Hey, who turned off the band?

Mark London:
[Mark and Pam are at the darkened and empty police station discussing their next move] I want to check out the dorm again.

Pam MacDonald:
[referring to the Prowler] You really think he might still be there.

Mark London:
Right now, that's all we have to do on.

Pat Kingsley:
[they attempt to leave but are stopped when a drunk Kingsley walks in] Well... looke here. [referring to the sheriff] George left you in charge here! Can't you keep those damn kids under control?

Mark London:
What're you doing here, Kingsley?

Pat Kingsley:
It's... that damn graduation thing. We haven't had any trouble in that cottage for more than 30 years... now somebody has to start that damn thing over again.

Pam MacDonald:
What do you mean?

Pat Kingsley:
There's a bunch of kids over there in the cemetary... I know what they're doing in there.

Mark London:
Yeah, well what are they doing in there?

Pat Kingsley:
Well... it was dark. [stuttering] I co-couldn't see anything.

Mark London:
Well, if you couldn't see anything, why don't you just go home.

Pat Kingsley:
[slurring] Suurrre. But that gate was wiiiiiide open.

The Prowler:
I want you to be my date, Rose.

Sheriff George Fraser:
[talking on the phone] Damn right it's my fishing trip. And if you bother me about anything, Bill, I'll kick your ass across the state line, okay?

Carl:
Aren't you going to invite me in?

Sherry:
How about you take off your clothes?

Carl:
Start your stopwatch, coach.

Pat Kingsley:
Anything else for you today?

Sheriff George Fraser:
Uh yeah just some deodorant.

Pat Kingsley:
No sweat... Get it?

Roy:
Come on, kid, don't play hard to get. What about New Year's Eve?

Francis Rosemary Chatham:
Well, that was different. I couldn't help myself.