Food of the Gods II (1989)
Joshua: This is the food of the gods! You realize how valuable this is? Big cows. Big fish. Big pigs. Food for everyone and anyone! We're talkin' the end of world hunger, here.
Dean White: Finding rats is not a police matter. I've already got the exterminators on that. Lieutenant, as I'm sure you're aware, the grand opening of the pool takes place in three days. Now, uh, I don't think we need to have any publicity on this unfortunate incident, do you?
Lt. Wetzel: All I see is a dead kid without a face.
Alex Reed: My friend was killed here last night.
Neil Hamilton: No one asked him to break in here.
Alex Reed: And who asked you to play God with these animals?
Neil Hamilton: Dean, you can't ignore this.
Dean White: This is, uh, just a car accident.
Neil Hamilton: Since when do cars eat your liver?
Neil Hamilton: [looking at burnt rodent] This isn't the rat!
Dean White: Of course it is.
Neil Hamilton: There is no yellow spot! The rat I injected had a yellow spot on it!
Lt. Wetzel: Hey, You're looking at a barbecue buddy. This rat could have been a goddamn dalmatian for all we know.
Louis: What? Uh, you're gonna take a flamethrower for a rat?
Jacques: No, obesity-breath. This is no ordinary flamethrower. See, I modified this baby myself. I just find the rat, aim, and... kazoom.
[the two exterminators arrive]
Louis: I can't believe they called us in to find one stupid rat. How the hell are we supposed to find one rat?
[turns on TV]
Jacques: What are you doing?
Louis: I'm watchin' the game. Hey, I mean, we already caught the rat anyway. Huh? Huh?
Jacques: You see that's exactly what's wrong with this country. Nobody takes pride in their work anymore.
[holds up flamethrower]
Jacques: I do. I'm a professional.
Louis: [not paying attention] What'd you say?
Jacques: Nothin', nevermind.
Mark: [chanting and wearing a cow mask] Animals have rights! Animals have rights! Animals have rights! Animals have rights! Animals have rights! Animals have rights! Animals have rights! Animals have rights! Animals have rights!
[sees Delhurst approaching]
Mark: Professor Delhurst! Professor Delhurst, I wanna talk to you.
Edmund Delhurst: Would you get out of my way, please? I'm late.
Mark: For what? Another execution?
Edmund Delhurst: Somebody call security.
Mark: The animals keep checkin' in, but they don't check out, do they? You're not a scientist, you're an undertaker!
[Delhurst shoves past him]
Mark: We are not through, Professor Delhurst!
Edmund Delhurst: [stops, turning] Within the next decade, two of you will die of cancer. I'm doing my best to reduce those figures.
Mark: What an asshole.
Neil Hamilton: A lot more people are gonna get hurt while you guys are sittin' around waitin' for autopsies to tell you somethin' that's starin' you right in the face!
Dean White: What does it cost to pay for your lab, Hamilton? To pay for your salaries, research, the roof over your head?
Neil Hamilton: Come on, Dean, we don't have time...
Dean White: [interrupting him] Any idea what it costs to run an entire university? I know. And I know how to keep it running 'cause that's my job. I also know that if this university is shut down because of giant rats, no one is gonna send their kids here and no one is gonna donate one red cent. Tonight is the grand opening of that building. There are going to be a lot of wealthy alumni with checkbooks in hand. You understand me?
[after Brett has been killed]
Edmund Delhurst: I came as fast as I could! This is incredible! How did you do this? Do you realize the possibilities?
Alex Reed: Your assistant is lying here dead, and all you can think of are the scientific possibilities?
Edmund Delhurst: How is the poor boy?
[Neil is running after Alex]
Neil Hamilton: Alex, wait a minute, will ya? Hey! Will you slow down a second?
Alex Reed: Why should I?
Neil Hamilton: Because I can't explain a thing to you if you're runnin' away.
Edmund Delhurst: It's not working. Months of experiments, eleven different formulas, now a scalp transplant and it's still not working.
Brett: We're wasting our time with animals, Professor Delhurst. We give them massive doses of radiation so they'll lose their hair, then we try to make it grow back again, but it won't. Just end up dying from cancer.
Edmund Delhurst: Don't be an idiot all your life, Brett. They pay me to study cancer. The Institute expects animal research. They expect radiation treatments. If it happens that I stumble on a cure for baldness, lucky me. And lucky you, too, baldy.
Dr. Treger: [introducing Neil to the giant child] Bobby, I want you to meet my colleague, Dr. Hamilton.
Bobby: I'd like you to get the fuck outta here!
Dr. Treger: It's all right.
Bobby: Get outta here! Are you deaf? Get outta my room! Get outta here, you bitch, get outta here! Get outta my room!
Joshua: How did you come up with this?
Neil Hamilton: It's an accidental hormone concoction. It's like tryin' to make a martini and endin' up with LSD.
[finding Delhurst, who was turned into dog cancer]
Neil Hamilton: Edmund? God, you look awful.
Drunk: [after almost being killed by Jacques' flamethrower] Ya got a light?
Zeke: [mopping up blood] This blood's dried up crustier than old Delhurst.
Edmund Delhurst: [looks at cancer cells under a microscope] Amazing. The cells are multiplying at an incredible rate! Mitosis at the speed of light!
Edmund Delhurst: A sequence analyzer. Where did this come from?
Neil Hamilton: It's for a private project.
Edmund Delhurst: Moonlighting, Neil?
Neil Hamilton: Well, judging from this morning's paper, you don't exactly restrict your research to cancer, do you?
Edmund Delhurst: Neil, I'm a colleague in need.
Neil Hamilton: I'm under a deadline, Edmund. I'm sorry.
Edmund Delhurst: [becoming angry] Deadline? You've been working for years to produce... produce that only Lilliputians would appreciate!
[he calms down]
Edmund Delhurst: I'm sorry, I didn't mean that. The flowers are lovely.