M.C.: Let me caution those of you whose nerves are not what they used to be - get the fuck out now!
Boxx: You can have your walking under moonlight beams, at a hundred miles an hour let me dream my fucking dreams!
M.C.: Management has requested no guns, no meaningful conversations and no self-surgery during the show.
Boxx: I think I feel something goin' up the stairs into my fuckin' brain!
Boxx: Struggle - Verb. Act of promiscuous love play. Usage evolved during World War III. Personally recommended!
Peggy: What are you doing here?
Jak: Short circuiting tragedy. The world's got big teeth, eats girls like you for kicks.
Boxx: You got something ugly inside of you and it wants out. I don't want to be around when it starts hissing.