Tremors 2: Aftershocks

Earl Bassett:
[to Grady after losing at rock-paper-scissors] No! Rock rips through paper!

Earl Bassett:
[yelling to Grady] Will you shut up and get off the damn ground!

Earl Bassett:
Goddamn worms never give you a break!

Earl Bassett:
[to Grady] Doesn't anything get you down?

Earl Bassett:
[as Burt arrives] That ain't no Graboid. It's something even more dangerous!

Burt Gummer:
I am completely out of ammo. That's never happened to me before.

Burt Gummer:
I feel I was denied critical need-to-know information.

Burt Gummer:
[referring to his weapons] When you need it, and don't have it, [pause] you sing a different tune.

Burt Gummer:
You know Grady, some people think I'm overprepared, paranoid, maybe even a little crazy. But they never met any Pre-Cambrian lifeforms did they?

Grady Hoover:
[referring to the shriekers] You mean they've been acting so smart because they're so stupid.

Grady Hoover:
[repeated line] Sorry, I forgot.

Grady Hoover:
[after the truck gets dragged on a wild ride by a Graboid] Earl, that's gonna be the first ride at my theme park!

[Earl and Grady discover a ton of Graboids are left]

Earl Bassett:
We're gonna need some help!

Grady:
Who'd be crazy enough to help us with this mess?!

[watching a graboid laying on the ground as it starts to moan]

Earl Bassett:
Must be sick.

Grady Hoover:
Probably ate someone that didn't agree with it.

[it's night, Grady and Earl are waiting on top of their stranded truck for Pedro to arrive, an explosion sounds in the distance]

Grady Hoover:
[referring to Burt] Jesus! He got another one.

Earl Bassett:
That man never sleeps.

[two more explosions sound in the distance]

Burt Gummer:
[over radio] Guys, Burt here. Doing a little night fishing. Got three of 'em on a cluster charge. I'd say we're about even now. Over.

Earl Bassett:
Come on, Burt. This isn't a competition.

Burt Gummer:
[over radio] Well, who's competing? I'm just saying the score is tied, that's all. Over.

Grady Hoover:
Well, 'son', no it isn't, cuz we just caught a live one. How 'bout that.

Burt Gummer:
[over radio] A live one? How in the hell...

Grady Hoover:
Well, that's our little secret. Happy hunting, Burt.[turns radio off]