Wicked Little Things

Karen Tunny:
[after the Tunnys first enter the old house] I wonder how old that Christmas Tree is?

Sarah Tunny:
At least they had a Christmas.

Lisa:
If you ever wanna get in my pants again, you better start the car and get my ass out of here right now!

Sarah Tunny:
[after seeing Sean, Tim and Lisa get butchered by the children and speeding away in the Thunderbird after getting it un-stuck from the mud] It's not happening! It didn't happen! It didn't happen! It didn't f***ing happen!

Karen Tunny:
[frozen in fear upon seeing the children; quietly] Run.

Sarah Tunny:
What?

Karen Tunny:
Run.

Sarah Tunny:
Where?

Karen Tunny:
[pause] With me, RUN! [they take off running with the children in pursuit]

Aaron Hanks:
As you sow, so shall you reap!

Sean:
Whose little girl are you?

Karen Tunny:
Sarah, stop it. Okay, it's enough, Sarah. God, you've been fudging with the radio for like an hour now.

Sarah Tunny:
You can say "f***," mom. I've heard it before.