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: [Carly hears a noise outside the tent
] Wade, wake up. Wade! I heard something. Wade
: Yeah, it's probably the serial killers or something.
[scraping a piece of the House of Wax off with his knife
: It is wax, like... literally.
: Bye, Wade. Wade
: I just don't get what his beef is with me. Carly Jones
: Nick has beef with everyone.
: I'm sorry, we just needed a fan belt. Bo
: A fanbelt? You walk in on a funeral for a fucking fanbelt?
: [sniffing something foul in the air
] Something's dead out there. Blake
: [sniffing also
] Nuh uh. Something's dead right here.
: [runs a lighter along one of Vincent's waxed miniature statues and talking in a silly voice
] Oh no, there's a fire! Help me, Carly! My skirt's gonna catch on fire, my legs are all hot, you're my hero! Carly Jones
: [stopping him
] That's not cool.
[Carly sees a human face in the window that moves away
: [after she jumps
] What? Carly Jones
: I just saw somebody! Wade
: It was probably a wax thing. Carly Jones
: No, no, it wasn't a wax thing, it was moving and it was freaky looking!
: [notices how well Nick throws the football to Blake
] Nice arm... I can see why they gave you a scholarship. Nick Jones
: [holds up hand
] Yeah, it's a real tragedy, ain't it? Wade
: Yeah... it is.
[seeing all the fan belts
: He has everything but a 15 inch fan belt. Where is he anyway? He said he'd be 30 minutes, its been almost 45.
: I guess I'll have to make do with a 16.
: [from behind
] You plan on stealing that? Wade
] No, I ah - I left money by the cash register.
[indeed he did as a $20 bill lies there
: [to the stranger in the truck
] Yo, man. You need something? Carly Jones
: What does he want? Wade
: Hey, can you turn off your lights, please?
] Paige Edwards
: Okay, this is getting kinda creepy. Blake
: Hey, come on, man, get out of here! Nothing to see here, let's go! Wade
: Can we help you? Carly Jones
: Maybe we're on his property? Wade
: Nah, we didn't pass the gate. Blake
: Hey man, turn your lights off! Hello? Turn your lights off! No, I'm serious. Turn your lights off or I'll whip this on your ass! Wade
: Hey, hey, it's cool, man.
[Nick throws a bottle and smashes one of the headlights
] Carly Jones
] Carly Jones
: Oh, my... Dalton Chapman
: [yelling at the man in the truck
[Wade starts up his car. It rumbles badly for a second and then cuts out
: [looking under hood
] What the hell?
[sees broken fan belt
: I just bought this fan belt. It's brand new.
[throwing it on the ground
: Someone has got to be fucking with me!
: This Vincent guy is quite the artist. Wade
: Yeah. I think this Vincent guy needs therapy.
: [to a dog he thinks is made of wax
] What up, dog?
: [approaching the door to the wax museum
] Doesn't 'closed' mean 'I don't want you in here?' Wade
: Relax. No one'll care Carly Jones
: What if's someone's here? Wade
: [calling out
] Hello? Anyone in here?
: See? Fine. Look how cool this is. Everything in here is wax, the floors, the walls, look at this!
[gestures to a large ornament
: This is wax Carly Jones
] Yeah, cool, awesome. Wade
: Who are these people supposed to be? Aren't there supposed to be famous people in a wax museum? I don't recognize this guy.