“Look, I don’t care what the Ooga-Boogas do. It sounds like they need a family counselor, not a sniper. (Steele)They’re not Ooga-Boogas, they’re Uhbukistanis. (Syd)Whatever. My personal belief is that we should leave Ooga-Booga Land to the Oomp-Loompas. Let them fight it out with the Snozzwangers, Wangdoogles, and the mean Vermicious Knids. I’d rather go peal carrots with a spoon. (Steele)”

“Where’s he shooting from? (Syd)I don’t know. You want to go look out the window and tell me the answer? (Steele)”

“He’s out there waiting for us. We his the street, and we’re ducks in a barrel. (Steele)Isn’t that fish in a barrel? (Syd)Don’t fuck with my metaphors right now, Syd. Can’t you see that I’m under stress? (Steele)”

“Oh, my God, are you okay? (Syd)You ever nick yourself while shaving? (Steele)Yeah. (Syd)You know the burn you get that hurts like hell? (Steele)Yeah. (Syd)This is nothing like that. It’s a lot worse. (Steele)”

“Anyone in your family not a killer? (Syd)After this I’m beginning to wonder if I don’t have a serial mom. (Steele)I wish. She should have beaten you to death with a turkey leg. (Tina)”

“Then why are we being shot at? (Syd)’Cause the sonofabitch can’t tell time. (Steele)”

“Oh, goodie. And here I am without my favorite stake and why is that? Because the ugly winged demon from hell – literally –came after us. Now we got these guys to fight. Well, at least they’re not scaly. (Danger) And they are blond. You like blonds. (Alexion) True, but after looking at them, I think my tastes just changed. I think I’d rather do the demon that one of them. (Danger)”