The Texas Chainsaw Massacre 2

Chop Top:
Peel that pig and slice him thick.

Drayton:
[to Leatherface] You have one choice, boy: sex or the saw. Sex is, well... nobody knows. But the saw... the saw is family.

Lefty:
One of those boys was so crazy he sawed his own head off going 90 miles per hour.

Chop Top:
Burn her like a rat! Burn her like a rat!

Chop Top:
[to Stretch at the radio station] Can you play Inna-Vida-da-Gadda?

L.G. McPeters:
[seeing Chop-Top cutting up records] Hey! What the sh*t?

Chop Top:
Lick my plate, you dog dick!

Stretch:
I know nobody's listening 'cos you're all looming, but I got a shot of hot rock 'n roll for you anyway...

[takes a call]

Stretch:
KOKLA Red River Rock 'n Roll Request.

Chop Top:
Uh, I wanna... I wanna buy some uh, radio add time.

Vantia 'Stretch' Block:
[getting nervous] Are you f***ing crazy? We are closed. Off the air till' tomorrow. You'll have to just... come... back...

Chop Top:
No but... but yeah but... Whoa.

L.G. McPeters:
Just had another cursin' caller. Your little ass is gonna be in big trouble with that tape girl.

L.G. McPeters:
Look, darlin'. Built ya a little fry house.

Chop Top:
Dog will hunt. Get that b*tch, Leatherface. Get that b*tch!

[laughs]

Chop Top:
Dog will hunt.

Drayton:
The small bussinessman... always, always, always gets it in the ass.

Drayton:
I thought you took care of her already.

Chop Top:
Yeah well, Leatherface killed her once already, but LOOK! She's Red-faced. Oh, Bubba's been playing with her, Bubba likes her. Bubba's got a girlfriend!

Chop Top:
Exit. E-X-I-T.

Chop Top:
NAM FLASHBACK!

Drayton:
S-C-E-X, sex. Ya had to find out about it, didn't ya?

[when asked the secret of his successful chilli]

Drayton:
No secret, it's the meat. Don't skimp on the meat. I've got a real good eye for prime meat. Runs in the family.

Drayton:
You coonshits, you fudge packers, you'll be the death of me yet!

[When swinging for Stretch, Leatherface hits Chop Top on his head with the chainsaw by accident, exposing his metal place cover]

Chop Top:
Her, not me you dumbass! Leatherface, you b*tch! Look what you did to my Sonny Bono wig do... oh, goddamn I can't believe it! You gonna have to buy me a new plate cover! You gonna have to buy me a new plate cover, Leatherface! Oh... I'm gonna have to go back to the VA hospital to get me a new plate cover!

Lefty:
I'm the Lord of the Harvest!

Drayton:
What's that? Some new health food bunch?

CutRite Manager:
Oh my achin' banana!

Buzz:
[referring to the chainsaw wielding Leatherface] What the hell is that?

Rick:
It's... It's some kind of a geek!

Chop Top:
C'mon Bubba. Cook's out here chewing ass like it was steak... "We gotta run for that money now! Chase that dollar, boy! Gotta go fast to catch it... "

L.G. McPeters:
It's like super-feedback. Just... put the underwoofer across the overflapper.

[deleted scene]

Chop Top:
[to Drayton] Kiss my plate!

Drayton:
It's a dog eat dog world and from where I sit there just ain't enough damn dogs!

Drayton:
Who sentcha? Those sissies over at Delmar catering? That chicken-sh*t burrito man?

Drayton:
[Hiding under the dinner table while Leatherface and Lefty fight] Maybe it's just time to just shut down. Time to shut down the show, yeah. Yeah, pull the plug. Come here, Nubbins! [Pulls the preserved corpse of the hitchhiker from the original film under the table and searches him] Where... Where's that f*** you Charlie?

Drayton:
A man builds a good sturdy trade by hookin' and crookin' and then [removes pin from grenade] Ka plooey! The Gods just kick him right in the balls. Ah no! Not this time...

Drayton:
I wouldn't wish this rotten life off on a one-eyed ferret with mange.

Drayton:
Grandpa's strict liquid diet keeps him as fresh as a rose.