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: If I weren't about to shit in my pants right now, I'd be fuckin' fascinated.
: Move the fuck out of the way, cock sucker! Uptight Mom
: Howdy, Mayor.
: [referring to Grant
] He's a goddamn Martian? Bill Pardy
: Martians is from Mars, Jack. Jack MacReady
: [through gritted teeth
] Or it's a general term meaning 'outer-space fucker'. Bill Pardy
: No it isn't! Jack MacReady
: Look it up, cocksucker! Starla Grant
: [referring to Starla
] Bitch is hardcore.
: [to Margaret
] Praise *Jesus*? That's fucking pushing it! This shit's about as far from God as shit can get! Either of you ever seen anything like that? You even heard of anything like that? Huh? Me neither... and I watch Animal Planet all the fucking time!
: [to fellow cops
] Alright folks, let's go.
] Bill Pardy
: Don't forget your guns; We don't want any lyme disease popping out at us. Jack MacReady
] Oh, ho ho ho. Ha ha, fuckin' ha!
: [Jack staggers towards Bill with alien growths on his face
] Bill! Shoot me! Bill Pardy
: [shoots Jack in the head without hesitation
[they are discussing what caused Grant's transformation
] Jack MacReady
: It's obvious the bastard's got lyme disease! Bill Pardy
: What? Jack MacReady
: Lyme disease. You touch some deer feces, and then you... eat a sandwich without washin' your hands. You got your lyme disease! Bill Pardy
: And that makes you look like a squid?
] We need to find this Grant, and I mean yesterday. Town council's lit a Roman Candle, stuck it up my ass. Bill Pardy
: Jack, your leisure activities ain't my business.
: [referring to the worms
] If this shit is contagious and I turn into a fucking mollusk or something, I'm gonna sue those bastards!
] Jack MacReady
: And you can sue right along side of me. I don't care if you're a lesbo, you don't deserve this shit!
: Where is the Mr. Pibb? I told your secretary to pack Mr. Pibb. It's the only Coke I like. Goddamn Brenda exploding like a water balloon, worms driving my friends around like they're goddamn skin-cars, people are spitting acid at me, turning you into cottage cheese, and now there's no fucking goddamn Mr. Pibb? Bill Pardy
] *Jesus Christ*, Jack, let me get right on it!
: [seeing all the firearms in the room
] I didn't know the Russkiis were invadin'. Margaret
: You'd seen this guy, you'da wished they was.
: [wiping off his mouth
] Tried to get in my mouth. What kinda thing want you to eat it?
: [after seeing the zombies walking towards him and Starla
] Christ on a cross!