Valentine McKee: Good morning, Mr. Bassett. This is your
wake up call. Please move your ass.
[On the creatures] Earl Bassett: I'm betting on outer space.
No way these are local boys.
Earl Bassett: No way those things can outrun these horses!
Valentine McKee: Yeah, well, for all you know, they can
fly.
Valentine McKee: I can't believe we said no to free beer!
Valentine McKee: Roger that Burt, and congratulations. Be
advised, however, that there are two more, repeat, two more
motherhumpers.
Earl: Is this a job for an intelligent man? Valentine: Well,
show me one and I'll ask him.
Valentine McKee: You see, we plan ahead, that way we don't
do anything right now.
Earl Bass: Damn it Valentine, you never plan ahead, you
never take the long view, I mean here it is Monday and I'm
already thinking of Wednesday... It is Monday right?
[Earl Bass and Valentine McKee are about to meet Rhonda
LeBeck. Valentine McKee pictures her] Valentine McKee: You
will have long blonde hair, big green eyes, world class
breasts, ass that won't quit and legs that go all the way
up.
[Earl Bass and Valentine McKee have just been chased by
a 30 foot long monster] Rhonda LeBeck: Did you notice anything
weird a minute ago?
Valentine McKee: This valley is just one long smorgasbord.
Earl Bass: Damn it, listen to me. I'm older and wiser. Valentine
McKee: Yeah, well you're half right.
[Burt Gummer looks at the monster fought off with his "toys"]
Burt Gummer: Guess you broke into the wrong God damn rec
room, didn't ya!
[Burt Gummer looks at his bomb shelter for perhaps the last
time] Burt Gummer: Food for five years, a thousand gallons
of gas, air filtration, water filtration, Geiger counter.
Bomb shelter! Underground... God damn monsters.
