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: [after Laddie vamps out
] Holy shit! It's the attack of Eddie Munster!
: Got a problem, guys? Edgar Frog
: Just scoping your civilian wardrobe. Sam Emerson
: Pretty cool, huh? Alan Frog
: For a fashion victim.
: You think you really know what's happening here, don't you? Well, I'll tell you something, you don't know shit, buddy. Alan Frog
: Yeah? You think we just work at a comic book store for our folks, huh? Sam Emerson
: Actually, I thought it was a bakery. Edgar Frog
: This is just a cover; we're dedicated to a higher purpose. We're fighters for truth, justice, and the American way.
: You did the right thing by calling us. Does your brother sleep a lot? Sam Emerson
: Yeah, all day. Alan Frog
: Does the sunlight freak him out? Sam Emerson
: Uh, he wears sunglasses in the house. Edgar Frog
: Bad breath, long fingernails? Sam Emerson
: Yeah, his fingernails are a little bit longer, um, he always had bad breath, though. Alan Frog
: He's a vampire all right. Edgar Frog
: All right, here's what you do: get yourself a good sharp stake and drive it right through his heart. Sam Emerson
: I can't do that; he's my brother. Alan Frog
: OK, we'll come over and do it for you. Sam Emerson
: No! Edgar Frog
: You'd better get yourself a garlic T-shirt, buddy, or it's your funeral.
: And then his dog started chasing my mom like the hounds of hell in "Vampires Everywhere." Edgar Frog
: We've been aware there's some very serious vampire activity in this town for some time. Alan Frog
: Santa Carla's become a haven for the undead. Edgar Frog
: As a matter of fact, we're almost certain ghouls and werewolves occupy high positions at city hall. Alan Frog
: Kill your brother, you'll feel better.
: Holy shit, Vampire Hotel.
: Aaaaaah! Flies! Edgar Frog
: We're on the right trail. Flies and the undead go together like bullets and guns. Come on.
: We blew it, man, we lost it! Edgar Frog
: Shut up! Alan Frog
: We unraveled in the face of the enemy! Edgar Frog
: It's not our fault, they pulled a mind scramble on us! They opened their eyes and talked!
: We don't ride with vampires. Sam Emerson
: Fine, stay here. Edgar Frog
: [Looks around, clearly scared
] We do now. Alan Frog
: Are you OK? Sam Emerson
: I nailed one of them downstairs with a bow and arrow. Alan Frog
: All right, Sambo! Edgar Frog
: We trashed the one that looks like Twisted Sister. Alan Frog
: Totally annihilated his night-stalking ass! Edgar Frog
: Well, Nanook helped a little. Alan Frog
: Death to all vampires! Edgar Frog
: Maximum body count! Edgar Frog
: We're awesome monster bashers! Alan Frog
: The meanest! Edgar Frog
: The baddest!
: Notice anything unusual about Santa Carla yet? Sam Emerson
: No, it's actually a pretty cool place... if you're a Martian! Edgar Frog
: Or, a vampire! Sam Emerson
: You guys sniffin' on newsprint or somethin'?
: There's our number on the back. And pray you never need to call us. Sam Emerson
: I'll pray I never need to call you.
: First come, first staked. Sam Emerson
: What was that? A little vampire humor? Well, it wasn't funny!
: [the Frog Brothers walk in the room, carrying loads of stakes. To Sam
] Okay, where's Nosferatu? Sam Emerson
: Who? Edgar Frog
: The prince of darkness. Alan Frog
: The night crawler. The bloodsucker. Edgar Frog
: El Vampiro. Sam Emerson
: Mike! They're here!
: Death to all vampires? Alan Frog
: Maximum body count. Edgar Frog
: We are awesome monster bashers. Alan Frog
: The meanest. Edgar Frog
: The baddest.
: Holy shit! It's the attack of Grandpa Munster!