Dad: I hated Zorak all my life, but now that he's dead I hate him even more because as an unregistered alien without proper driving credentials, I'll go to jail for killing this piece of crap!
Mom: [about the murder and eating Zorak's flesh] Brak can't know about this; he'll rat us out!
Dad: Yes, if anybody could find a problem with eating his best friend, it would be Brak; he's so anal.
Dad: That man was an unlicensed physician! He had no right to mutilate that scout troop like that! They just wanted to hide in their cardboard boxes and drink cough syrup.
Mom: [using Zorak's severed head as a puppet] I love you.
Dad: Well... I love you too, bleeding head of Zorak.