The Return of the Texas Chainsaw Massacre

Rothman:
[grabbing hold of Vilmer] F***! This is appalling. You are here for one reason, and one reason only. Do you understand that? I want to here you say you understand that. No? It's very simple. I want these people to know the meaning of horror... horror... is that clear? You don't want to be a silly boy. Is... that... clear?

Vilmer:
F***ing-A it is.

Sean:
[scared] What are you gonna do?

Vilmer:
[walking closer to Sean] Well, first, I'm gonna kill you. It ain't no f***in biggie. [Sean runs] Of course, it's different for every individual.

Heather:
Wait, wait, wait, I just thought of something so cool. What if we got into a wreck and we crashed into a car in front of us and we all died. They could write a song about it!

[as Vilmer examines the car wreck victim]

Sean:
Is he gonna be okay?

Vilmer:
The boy's dead.

Sean:
No he's not. He's just passed out.

Vilmer:
I said he's dead.

Sean:
But he was just talking, like talking in his sleep.

Vilmer:
Is that right? Well...

[snaps the victim's neck]

Vilmer:
...he's dead now.

Vilmer:
What are you gonna do? Shoot me?

Jenny:
Yeah... if you try somethin.

Vilmer:
[slicing his chest with a razor] What if I do this?

W.E.:
Look what your brother did to this door!

Barry:
There's no place to turn around... there's never any place to turn around! This sucks! A**holes don't know how to make roads...

Bud's Pizza Attendant:
Uh, Miss, I think there's something in your trunk...

Darla:
Oh that's just somebody I got tied up back there.

[whipping Jenny with a cattle prod]

W.E.:
It is easier to resist at the beginning than at the end.

Darla:
You see, I can't leave. He's got this implant in my head and all he has to do is hit a button and BOOM! Just, BOOM!

Jenny:
[laughing] There's nothing in your head, lady.

W.E.:
Girl, you just said a mouthful.

Darla:
[talking about her breasts] Phony as 3-dollar bills. Changed my life though.

Barry:
Hey, if I go in there, that's kidnapping. My father is a lawyer so I know what I'm talking about okay.

W.E.:
Among other evils which being unarmed brings you, it causes you to be despised. That's Niccolo Machiavelli. Now git!

Barry:
Okay, okay. I need to use your bathroom anyway.

Vilmer:
Welcome... to myyyyy world!

Jenny:
If you're gonna kill me then do it! I'm not gonna put up with any more of your crap. It's bullshit!

Heather:
Barry, I saw you, you were kissing her.

Barry:
Once, I kissed her once! God, it's like I can't talk to my friends anymore, I can't believe how posessive you are.

Heather:
Oh right, I guess that's why you were feeling her up?

Barry:
Look, guys need sex. It's bad for you if you get all worked up and then not get it, you can get "prostrate" cancer. Is that what you want?

Barry:
I can't believe how possessive you are.

Darla:
It's just local boys trying to give you a little scare, that's all.

Heather:
Because I told you, I'm a b*tch.

W.E.:
Family values have gone straight to hell.

Vilmer:
Why are my batteries not charged?

Barry:
Somebody kill me, please!

Heather:
Barry, wait stop... what if their murderers and they want us to follow them so they could hide behind trees and stab us, their could be dead people buried all around us and you'd never knew, and they'd lock us up in their cellars and no one will ever hear us.

Barry:
That's dumb, there aren't any cellars in the houses around here.

Heather:
All right don't call me dumb Barry, I may not be the smartest person in the world, but I'm not stupid.

Darla:
Hey! We see you you old fart!

Heather:
I had these dreams about some murderer following me through the woods and it's coming true. I'm sorry but were all going to die. Like that murderer in Chicago, He killed people and put their hearts in refrigerators. He's gonna kill us, their gonna show our pictures of us naked with our hearts torn out in a current affair.

Heather:
No, that's what they want, for us to go wandering around the dark... We need to stay here and start a fire.

Vilmer:
My brother here is tired of whats-her-name's face and he wants a new one! It just happens to be whats-this-face right here!

Jenny:
Now... I'm gonna leave... and nobody is gonna stop me... [Leatherface stands up from the dinner table and starts screaming] [shouts] You sit the f*** down and shut up! [Leatherface does as he's told]

W.E.:
[quoting literature while holding teen at gunpoint] "I propose to fight it out on this line if it takes all summer." That's Ulysses S. Grant. But you wouldn't know that would you? Cuz' you're a bonafide moron.

[first lines]

Narrator:
August 18, 1973. News of a bizarre, chainsaw wielding family - reports which were to ignite the world's imagination - began to filter out of central Texas. Regrettably not one of the family members was ever apprehended and for more than ten years nothing further was heard. Then, over the next several years at least two minor, yet apparently related incidents, were reported. Then again nothing. For five long years silence...

Vilmer:
[Runs outside after Leatherface] Get her Leather! Get her Leather! We've got some more fun today! [Finds a remote that works] Vilmer! Get that b*tch! [inaudible]

Couple In RV:
There's a monster chasing her with a chainsaw. Step on it Mr. Spodish!

Leatherface Slaughter:
[Repeated line] AHHHHHHHHHHHH!

Rothman:
This... all this... It's been an abomination. You really must accept my sincere apologies. It was supposed to be a spiritual experience. I can't tell you how... disappointed I am...

Vilmer:
Are we having a party or what? Here we go!

[pours gasoline on Heather]

Jenny:
No, you can't do that! She has nothing to do with this!

[lights match]

Vilmer:
Fire in the hole!

[lights Heather on fire, Jenny screams]

Vilmer:
BURN! BURN! BURN! BUUUUURN! BUUUUUUUUUUUUUUURN!

[Darla puts her out with a fire extinguisher]

Darla:
Now why'd you have to do that? You know I can never get this smell outta my clothes.