Carney: Pick the right door and you'll go free. Pick the wrong door... and there *he'll* be.
Carney: It's the most fun in the park when you're laughing in the dark.
Betty Ann: The park was called Playland, and it was the best. You could laugh, and scream, and get scared to death on rides, and stuff up on junk food, and ditch your parents - all on the same night.
Weegee: Josh, we only HAVE one phone. It's gotta be at YOUR house!
Zeebo: [Through the telephone to Josh] If you don't give it back... I'll come up and GET IT!
Weegee: What was THAT? Was that your FATHER? Josh, are you there?
Weegee: Kids have seen things in there. They've heard things too.
Kristen: That's all, I'm gone.
Frank: What's the matter?
Betty Ann: I was just getting started.
Kristen: [packing] This is a clown story; I hate clowns. They're creepy, they give me nightmares, where's my thermos?
Eric: Oh, oh, I heard of that. They call it Bozophobia.
Betty Ann: It was Friday night, and Playland was jammed. For thousands of kids, it had everything they wanted. But for *one* kid, it had just a little too much.
Josh: Man, that was cool.
Kathy: I know.
Weegee: That was awesome!
Josh: Don't give me that; you almost hurled!
Weegee: Did not.
Josh: So why were you screaming, "Stop the ride! Oh, please, stop the ride"?
Weegee: 'Cause Kathy was scared.
Kathy: I was not. You were gonna barf.
Weegee: You snitch. Maybe I should barf right now - on you!
Weegee: Most of this is pretty boring.
Josh: It's *all* pretty boring if you ask me.
Kathy: We didn't ask you.
Weegee: Zeebo smoked cigars. The police figured he threw one away inside the spookhouse, because the whole place caught fire - with him inside.
Kathy: [reading] "The fire spread quickly and attempts to rescue Zeebo were futile. Tragically, the clown perished in the inferno." Eww.
Josh: [chuckling] Smoking's bad for your health.
Josh: [laughs by the funhouse mirror] Look at me, I'm Zeebo. Zeebo, Zeebo...
[imitating the robber]
Josh: "Hey, hand over the dough; what do you think I am, some kind of clown?"
[turns to walk forward a few steps, turns, then freezes with a gasp as he sees the clown where his reflection should be]
Zeebo: Hahahaha! What do you think I am, some kind of clown?