Max: Lemme give you a little advice about women like her. The fuckin' you get, ain't worth the fuckin' you get, okay?
Max: [in phone booth] Ted! Are you home? Ted! Are you there Ted? It's Max and Tiger on the prowl. Ya home? You out drinking, you waste product? What, are you screening your calls? Ted. Ted. Ted!
Tiger: I'm going.
Max: No wait, hold it! Hold it! Hold it! One more. Just. Just. Just stay.
Tiger: How are we going to involve a serial killer in the creative process?
Cliff: This Costume Killer does horrible, horrible things. Injects his victims with window cleaner, puts weird costumes on 'em, puts plastic bags over their heads, and asphyxiates them.
Max: No you're right, there's nothing polite about him.
Arnie: Oh, you kids, you kids. You brought me a truck full of risks. Moral risks, legal risks, dollar, fiscal, economic. Help me, I'm stuck, my Freudian skirt is showing.
Nikki Randall: Splice it together with what you already have. And then you can tell this guy of yours that you not only have the Costume Killer, but you managed to keep him from killing victim number six.
Tiger: But we could never do that.
Nikki Randall: I could. I've got all the editing equipment you need to use at school.
Cliff: How was I supposed to know? Locked in the attic, tied to my grandmother. Beaten, beaten, beaten by my drunken father! Of course I'm kidding. Can't you take a joke? Don't you know when a guy's kidding?
Arnie: Stop your killing and then maybe we'll talk about an acting career.