House of 1000 Corpses (2003)
Killer Karl: That is it! I'm gonna count to ten and you're gonna hand over all the cash, or I'm gonna splatter your grease paint mug across the state line! One...
Captain Spaulding: Fuck yo mama!
Killer Karl: Two...
Captain Spaulding: Fuck yo sister!
Killer Karl: Three...
Captain Spaulding: Fuck yo grandma!
Otis: It's all true. The bogeyman is real and you found him.
Otis: I'm the one who brings the Christmas candy. Now tell me, who's your daddy? I'm the one who brings the devil's brandy.
Mother: Who's your daddy?
Otis: I'm the one who beats you when you're bad.
Baby: Who's your daddy?
Mother: Who's your daddy?
Otis: [walking to Denise, while wearing her father's skin] Come on, sweetie. Give the old man some sugar.
Denise Willis: Daddy, Daddy.
Otis: [taking off his robe] And I'm the one who loves ya when you're fucking dead!
Otis: Huntin' humans ain't nothin' but nothin'. They all run like scared little rabbits. Run, rabbit, run. Run, rabbit. Run, rabbit. Run rabbit. Run, rabbit, run! RUN, RABBIT, RUN!
[From the DVD menu select screen]
Captain Spaulding: Well, shit the bed! Howdy folks, come on in! Well, I can see by those fancy britches and sassy hairdos that you all ain't from around here. So, where ya from?
[holds hand to ear]
Captain Spaulding: I'm sorry, I didn't catch that. Ah, I see. All y'all's must be mutes, cause ya wouldn't be fuckin' with me, now would ya?
Captain Spaulding: Let me ask you something. How come you're asking me so many jackassy questions?
Bill Hudley: My friends and I are on a road trip. We're driving across country and writing a book on off-beat roadside attractions. You know, the crazy shit you see when you're driving across the country.
Captain Spaulding: I don't drive cross country.
Bill Hudley: But if you did...
Captain Spaulding: But I don't.
Bill Hudley: Yeah, but supposing for a second you did.
Captain Spaulding: [laughs] You little dickens, you. I know what your problem is.
Bill Hudley: What's that?
Captain Spaulding: [getting angry] Ya'll think us folk from the country's real funny-like, dontcha?
Bill Hudley: Jerry...
Captain Spaulding: Yeah, well, saddle up the mule, Ma! Slide me some grits! I's got to get me some edu-cation, uh hu hu hu.
Bill Hudley: Jerry...
Captain Spaulding: You asshole!
Otis: Boy, I bet you'd stick your head in fire if I told ya you could see Hell. Meanwhile, you're too stupid to realize you got a demon stickin' out your ass singing, "Holy Miss Moley,
[Whole family joins in]
Otis: Got me a live one."
Captain Spaulding: [after shooting Killer Karl] Goddamn, motherfucker got blood all over my best clown suit.
Captain Spaulding: You miserable motherfucker, I ought to leap over this counter and bash your fuckin' balls in!
Killer Karl: All right, Tippy! Hand over the cash box, and I might leave your brains inside your skull!
Captain Spaulding: Well, I'll tell you what, Ski King. Why don't you just take your Mama home some chicken and then I won't have to stuff my boot all up in your ass!
Killer Karl: I don't like chicken! And I hate clowns!
Stucky: Hey, I know you. You work down at the hardware store. Richard Wick right? All the guys make fun out of you. They call you 'Little Dick Wick.' They even sing a song about you.
Richard Wick: Shut your trap.
Stucky: [sing-song] 'Little Dick Wick, played with his prick, don't his smell just make you sick?'
Captain Spaulding: Howdy Folks! You like blood? Violence? Freaks of nature? Well then, come on down to Captain Spaulding's Museum of Monsters and Mad-Men. See the Alligator Boy, ride my famous Murder Ride. Most of all, don't forget to take home some of my tasty fried chicken! Ha ha! It just tastes so damn good!
Lt. George Wydell: [holds a photo of Denise] Have you seen this girl in the past 24 hours?
Captain Spaulding: Yeah, cute kid. Ain't my type though. You know, I like 'em with a little more meat on 'em. Ha ha. The bigger the cushion, the sweeter the pushin'.
Deputy Steve Naish: Come on, clownie, just answer the damn questions. We ain't interested in your love life.
Lt. George Wydell: Cut the crap, Spaulding, and get with the facts.
Mary Knowles: [sees Baby on Bill's lap] Get off him!
[Baby doesn't budge]
Mary Knowles: I said get the fuck off him, you stupid fucking whore! Fucking slut!
[Mary pushes Baby to the ground]
Baby: Oh, you shouldn't have done that!
Mary Knowles: Oh, really? Are you gonna do something about it?
Baby: I'll do something, motherfucker.
[pulls out a knife]
Baby: I'll fucking cut your tits off and shove 'em down your throat!
Otis: [ranting to tied up cheerleaders] "Why", you ask? "Why" is not the question. How? Now, that is a question worth examining. How could I, being born of such, uh... conventional stock, arrive a leader of the rebellion? An escapist from a conformist world, destined to find happiness only in that which cannot be explained? I brought you here for a reason, but unfortunately you and your sentimental minds are doing me no good! My brain is frozen. Locked! I have to break free from this culture of mechanical reproductions and the thick encrustations dying on the surface!
[sees the girls aren't understanding]
Otis: Oh, Christ. Fuck it!
[after stabbing a victim to death]
Baby: 'Shoo, shoo,' said the maiden.
Baby: 'Come, maiden,' said the rabbit, 'sit on my tail and go with me to my rabbit hutch.'
Captain Spaulding: Sweet baby Jesus, girl. What the hell happened to you?
Denise Willis: [mumbling] I got away.
Captain Spaulding: You... hey, I recognize you. Oh, there's a whole bunch of people been looking for your ass, girl.
Denise Willis: I gotta get to a doctor.
Captain Spaulding: All right, all right. Just sit back and relax. I'll get you to a doctor.
[Denise rests her head on the seat]
Captain Spaulding: That's it. I'll get you there.
Otis: Shut your mouth!
Otis: I said, shut your fucking mouth!
Otis: Listen, you Malibu middle class Barbie piece of shit, I'm tryin' to work here. Work? You ever work? Yeah, I'll bet you have. Scoopin' ice cream to your shit-heel friends on summer break. Well I ain't talkin' about no goddamn white socks with Mickey Mouse on one side and Donald Duck on the other. I ain't readin' no funny books, mama. Our bodies come and go but this blood... is forever.
Mary Knowles: Why are you doing this?
Otis: Doing what? Messy up your day?
Mary Knowles: Where's Bill? Where's Bill?
Mary Knowles: Is he okay?
Otis: He's a good guy. Oh, he's been a great help to me! A real blessin'. I mean, I couldn't have asked for a better speciman. You don't know what kind of dry spell I've had here. Total block, total block! But Bill... he's okay.
Mary Knowles: Where is he? Where is he? Can I see him? Can I see Bill, please?
Otis: Let's go see. Behold... Fishboy!
[Otis pulls back a curtain to reveal Bill's mutliated corpse]
Mary Knowles: Oh my god! Oh my god, Bill! No, no, this can't be real. This can't be real, this can't be real, this can't be real.
Otis: Oh, it's real. As real as I want it to be, mama.
[Otis kisses Mary]
Mary Knowles: Fuck you, you fucking freak!
Otis: Hey, happy boy, step your ass up here.
Baby: Take his gag out. It's more fun with the screaming.
Mother: I like that too. That screaming is much more exciting that way.
[They remove Jerry's gag]
Jerry Goldsmith: Please don't kill us, please don't kill us.
Baby: [imitating Jerry] Please don't kill us... nah... please don't kill us.
Otis: Shut your mouth and get your shit in the box. Get in now.
Mother: Wait, wait, wait... I wanna say goodbye.
[Mama Firefly grabs Jerry by the collar and gives him a big kiss]
Mother: Goodbye, sweetie. We could've been great.
Otis: Ain't we just having a fucking hoot?
Jerry Goldsmith: Just let us go, I swear to God we won't tell anyone. I swear...
Mother: Honey, you know I can't do that.
Otis: Ain't we just having a fucking hoot?
Rufus 'R.J.' Firefly Jr.: Get your fucking ass up, boy.
Otis: Come on, we ain't got all night.
[Rufus grabs Jerry and body slams him into the coffin while Mary breaks free and runs off]
Otis: Where does she think she's gonna run to? She gonna run all the way home?
Baby: No, let me get her.
Otis: All right, go get her.
Stucky: [shows a topless autographed photo of June Wilkinson] Shit, I can't do nothing with this now. I can't get rid of this. It ain't worth nothing. My name's all over it. I was gonna fix it to trade it with Jackie Cobb.
Captain Spaulding: That retard who hangs out at Molly's fruit stand? For the lot of me, I do not understand why you hang out with that asshole.
Stucky: He's one horny retard.
Captain Spaulding: Well hell, aren't they all? All they want to do is eat and fuck.
Stucky: Well, if you knew him better you might understand his urges.
Captain Spaulding: Worse than a rabid-ass baboon.
Stucky: You know what his favorite thing is next to whacking his weasel? He takes a sharpened pencil, sticks it in his eyeball and twists it.
Captain Spaulding: What?
Stucky: He doesn't hurt himself. He kind of twists it next to his eyeball.
Captain Spaulding: Oh, he's been putting that pencil someplace other than his eyeball.
Stucky: Oh no, he don't do anything like that. Although one time, he got caught with a Planet of the Apes doll stuck up his asshole.
Captain Spaulding: [laughing] God damn!
Stucky: They had to take him to the hospital. The kid had Dr. Zaius stuck halfway up his butt and they couldn't get it out!
Lt. George Wydell: What did you see? Who was she with? Where was she going?
Captain Spaulding: I don't know. Yeah, that girl was in here last night. She was with three other stupid kids. They was nosing around... asking a bunch of stupid questions.
Deputy Steve Naish: Questions about what?
Captain Spaulding: I don't know. This and that. Mostly a bunch of tired Dr. Satan bullshit.
Captain Spaulding: Look, they caught a gander at the display in the back and they figured they'd run out and solve the great big Deadwood mystery about Dr. Satan.
Lt. George Wydell: And how'd they get that idea?
Captain Spaulding: I wrote 'em a map... out to the old farm road that runs past the Hanging Tree. I figured, what the hell? Can't do no harm. Besides, it's good for my tourist trade. Ha, ha!
Deputy Steve Naish: You can shit ten bricks for all I care.
[two masked holdup men break into Captain Spaudling's place to rob it]
Captain Spaulding: Mary fuckin' Moses! Y'all get the fuck outta here!
Killer Karl: Hands up! Keep your paws where I can see 'em.
Richard Wick: [stuttering] Yeah... d-don't move or I'll b-blast a hole the size of a k-Kansas City watermelon through... your ugly-ass b-bozo face!
Captain Spaulding: What the fuck is that supposed to mean?
Baby: Give me a "B", give me an "A", give me a "B" give me a "Y", What's that spell? What's that spell? WHAT'S THAT SPELL?
Otis: Better you leave here with your head still full of kitty cats and puppy dogs.
Baby: There once was a woman who lived with her daughter in a cabbage garden; along came a rabbit and ate up all the cabbages; the woman said, "Go into the garden and drive out the rabbit."
Mother: My baby boy gets shy around new people, but he'll warm up to you, especially the girls!
Mother: He's a real lady KILLER!
Jerry Goldsmith: That was so badass! Dr. Satan! Ahhh! Dr. Satan!
Captain Spaulding: [written on Cap. Spaulding's t-shirt] "If I wanted to listen to an asshole, I'd fart."
Grandpa Hugo: What are you, Jimmy Olsen, cub reporter for the Daily Asshole?
Dr. Wolfenstein: AHAHAHHA! The doctor is in! It's your ghost host, with the most! It's Dr. Wolfenstein!
Skunk Ape Husband: I don't know where that Skunk Ape sleeps, but I do know that he had impure relations with my wife.
Skunk Ape Wife: That is true, he committed lewd acts upon me and my person.
Skunk Ape Husband: When I find him, I'm gonna kill that Skunk Ape!
Deputy Steve Naish: What else happened?
Captain Spaulding: [getting angry and agitated] Nothin'. You ask me, those stupid ass kids probably got turned around ass backwards and got themselves lost.
Lt. George Wydell: Is that all? Now, I want you to think really hard.
[Spaulding scratches his head with his forefinger, mocking "thinking hard"]
Captain Spaulding: Well, I don't ridley know. You see, they wasn't in here long enough for me to get up close and personal with 'em like I do with most of the other assholes that come wondering in here!
Mother: Otis! There's cops outside!
Grandpa Hugo: What? How many?
Otis: Oh, don't worry about it! How many were there?
Mother: I only saw one.
Otis: Fucking pigs always come in packs. Here, take this, go downstairs, and play nice. I'll go around back and take control like I always fuckin' do!
[Grandpa Hugo flips Otis off]
Rufus 'R.J.' Firefly Jr.: [chanting with family] Otis! Otis! Otis!
Baby: So, how much we owe you, Goober?
Gerry Ober: Oh, that's supposed to be G. Ober, for Gerry Ober, but Karl went and put an extra "o", made it Goober. Fucking asshole.
Baby: Great story, Goober. How much we owe you?
Gerry Ober: Well, the damage is pretty severe... $185.
Baby: That ain't gonna break my bank, hon. Here, keep the change. Go buy yourself a new name... Goober!
Deputy Steve Naish: [about Mr. Willis] You sure this fella's supossed to ride with us in this car?
Lt. George Wydell: Mmmm-hmm.
Deputy Steve Naish: [shakes head] This just don't seem right to me.
Lt. George Wydell: Well listen, it ain't up to us. Chief said to pick him up and take him with us. The guy's an ex-cop and figures he can be a help some.
Deputy Steve Naish: I just hope he don't get in my way's all I'm sayin' all right?
Deputy Steve Naish: Chief, if you ask me I'd say these kids got a cold six and are out getting shitfaced right now
Lt. George Wydell: Boy, I sure hope you're right. My guts are telling me different.
Deputy Steve Naish: Your Spidey senses tinglin?
Lt. George Wydell: [nodding head] Mmm-hmm... yeah.
[realizing what Nash said]
Lt. George Wydell: WHAT?
Deputy Steve Naish: You know Georgie... Like in the Marvel comics...
Lt. George Wydell: [getting irritated] How old do you think I am, boy? I know Spiderman! Just get to your point!
Deputy Steve Naish: You know like when he was fighting people like that damn... what the hell was his name?
Deputy Steve Naish: Aww shit. I cant remember.
Lt. George Wydell: I myself always favored for the Hulk.
Deputy Steve Naish: The Hulk was dumb as shit!
Lt. George Wydell: Ahh fuck! Damn!
Deputy Steve Naish: What?
Lt. George Wydell: [sarcastic] Nothing.
Baby: Whatever you need to do, you do it. There is no wrong. If someone needs to be killed, you kill 'em. That's the way.
Announcer: Attention boils and ghouls, it's time for Dr. Wolfenstein's Creature Feature Show.
Dr. Wolfenstein: Ah! The doctor is in! Don't scream, don't move. Stay tuned for channel 68's Halloween Eve movie marathon! I'm your host, your ghost ghost, with the most, Dr. Wolfenstein! I will be with you until the end!
Baby: These are all my dolls. I used to like to chop their heads off and their arms and stick 'em up on the wall.
Baby: You gotta have the marshmallows, that's what makes it fun.
Baby: Hey wanna play a guessing game? Guess what number I'm thinking of.
Jerry Goldsmith: Eat shit and die.
[Baby starts cutting Jerry's hair with the scissors]
Jerry Goldsmith: No, wait, please, come on, stop it! What do you want? What do you want from me? What do you want from us?
Baby: Please be quiet, I don't wanna slip. OK, one more. You get this right, I'll let ya go. If you get it wrong you are fucked! OK, who's my favourite movie star?
Jerry Goldsmith: I don't know... M... Marilyn Monroe!
Baby: Hmmm... no, Bette Davis! Sorry, you lose!
[Baby scalps Jerry]
Gerry Ober: Let me take a guess here, y'all are having a Halloween party tonight huh?
Baby: Now what makes you think that big boy?
Gerry Ober: Well you sure are buying a whole mess of holy water for two people.
Baby: Yeah we like to get fucked up and do fucked up shit, you know what I mean?
Gerry Ober: Yeah I like to get fucked up, too, and do some fucked up shit.
Baby: Yeah, I bet you do!
Otis: Now, I'm gonna remove your gag... But! If you make so much as a fuckin' peep! I'm going to cut you like a pig and make you eat your own fucking intestines... you got me?
[Otis takes off the hankerchief on Mary's mouth]
Mary Knowles: Why are you, Why are you doing this to me? Why are you doing this?
Otis: Doing what? Messy up your day?
Mary Knowles: Where's Bill? Where's Bill?
Otis: Bill... He's a good guy, Ohhh hoo... He's been great help to me. A real blessin'... I mean, I couldn't have asked for a better specimen. You don't know what kinda dry spell I've had here. Total block, total block! But Bill... He's OK.
[scene cuts to Baby laughing maniacally and playing "Brick House" while Otis tortures Bill]
Jerry Goldsmith: Come on, babe. Me and Bill found a kick ass place.
Denise Willis: Huh?
Jerry Goldsmith: Grab Mary and come inside.
Denise Willis: [Denise shakes a lump of jackets and sweaters lying next to her. She removes a sweater form the top of the pile to reveal the face of Mary Knowles] Come on sleeping beauty, time to go to work.
Mary Knowles: [half asleep] Sleeping.
Denise Willis: Rise and shine.
Mary Knowles: [groggy] No please, let me sit this one out.
Denise Willis: [removing the blanket] Let's go. You're the one who wanted to be a photographer.
Mary Knowles: I resign.
Bill Hudley: Christ, you scared the shit out of me.
Baby: Aw, you ain't seen nothing yet.
Bill Hudley: Is your brother ready to go?
Baby: Oh... yeah, he already left. We'll wait inside, come on.
Bill Hudley: He left!
Baby: Yeah, come on.
Otis: Watch that bitch, she's thinking about that Klugman bangin' Brett Sommers, pick motherfucking Richard Dawson.
Captain Spaulding: Buddy, look around. Would I be surprised?
Otis: Look, see the magic in my brush strokes.
[Painted on the canvas is the gruesome scene of Bill as the Fish-Boy]
Mary Knowles: [crying] Fuck you, you fucking freak!
Otis: h, come now... we're all creatures of God and freaks in our own way...
[twitches and shakes]
Otis: ... but if you'll notice...
[points to a blank spot in the painting]
Otis: right here, needs a little something, heh?
Mary Knowles: What are you doing?
Mary Knowles: ... no, stop... please, please.
Otis: You, my dear worm feeder, are about to become immortalized.