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: How are those maggots? Michael Emerson
: Huh? David
: Maggots, Michael. You're eating maggots. How do they taste?
: It is too late, my blood is in your veins. Michael Emerson
: So is mine!
: So where're we going? Michael Emerson
: Nowhere. Sam Emerson
: So what's the rush? You're chasing that girl aren't you? Come on, admit it. I'm at the mercy of your sex glands, bud.
: Hey, anything around here that might pass for aftershave? Sam Emerson
: How about some Windex, Grandpa? Grandpa
: Yeah, yeah, let me try some of that. Michael Emerson
: You have a big date tonight, Grandpa? Grandpa
: I'm going to drop my handiwork by the widow Johnson. Michael Emerson
: What'd ya stuff for her? Mr. Johnson?
] Michael Emerson
: Looks like he's dead! Sam Emerson
: If he's dead, can we go back to Phoenix?
: [the boys come in carrying Laddie and Star, who are sleeping. Grandpa is totally ignoring the unconscious Laddie in Edgar's arms, and Star in Michael's
] Do you know the rule about filling up the car with gas when you take it without asking? Michael Emerson
: [Hoping he says nothing about Laddie and Star
] No, Grandpa. Grandpa
: Well, now you do.
: Look, this isn't a comic book, Sam, these guys are brutal killers. Sam Emerson
: So are the Frog brothers!
: [looking inside Grandpa's work-room
] Talk about the Texas Chainsaw Massacre.
: What's happening to me, Star? Star
: Oh, Michael. Michael, I can't tell you. I don't know how to help you. Michael Emerson
: What's happening? Star
] I can't.
: I can't beat your bike. David
: You don't have to beat me, Michael. You just have to try and keep up.
: [Sam comes out of the bathroom, Michael's hand is cut up, and bloody
] Nanook. Sam Emerson
: What about Nanook? What'd you do to my dog, you asshole?
: You're a vampire! I knew it! Michael Emerson
: I am not! Sam Emerson
: So what are you? The Flying Nun?
: [the Frog Brothers are talking about killing Star
] Don't you touch her! Edgar Frog
: [to Alan
] Come on. Vampires have such a rotten temper.