Stacy Quotes in Ninja III: The Domination (1984)

Stacy: [Stacy, Patty and Jiminez look at Christie in her bathing suit] What the hell kind of place is this?

Patty: [while Jiminez is mesmerized by Christie's looks, she slowly enters the spa] Beat it, bitch!

Stacy: [drunk] Hey, Pink! Have you ever met my sister?

Stacy's sister: Happy birthday.

Pink: Thanks. I just wish Blue was here.

Stacy: Whatever, bitch! Boys are overrated!

Stacy: [in full skate gear] So, what's up with Tony? You guys still skate with him?

Jay: He's competing with the sun for the center of the universe.

[Stacy shrugs, walks off]

Jay: [to Sid] Stacy looks like a stock car.

Jay: [the Z-Boys want to drain and skate Sid's pool, Sid comes out of his house] What did he say?

Sid: "Sid, are you high? The pool's for swimming!"

Jay: Tell him we'll fill it back up when we're done.

Sid: He said if you got hurt, you'll sue him.

Jay: We're not gonna sue him.

Sid: He said your parents would.

Stacy: Our parents can't even afford lawyers.

Tony: Hey, let me talk to him.

Sid: Hey, the only Mexicans my dad talks to push lawnmowers.

[Tony grabs him playfully]

Stacy: [now knowing about Jay and Kathy being together] When were you going to tell me you were with her?

Jay: You couldn't handle her.

Astronaut: Hey, can I try that?

[points at Stacy's skateboard]

Stacy: Sure!

[hands him his skateboard]

Astronaut: [Astronaut steps on it, the board slips underneath and he falls on the ground] It's the moon boots...

Stacy: Skip called me ''bro''!

Kathy Alva: Skip called you ''bro''?

Stacy: Yeah, he said ''bro''!

Kathy Alva: No, he didn't.

Stacy: Yes, he did. He said ''you look hungry, bro''.

Kathy Alva: He said ''you look hungry, bro''?

Stacy: Yes, totally!

Kathy Alva: Skip Engbloom doesn't call anybody ''bro''.

[laughs]

Skip: [after Stacy received the Z-boys t-shirt at the diner] You earned it, bro...

Sid: Yeah, you're one of us now!

Jay: That maggot has always been one of us.

Skip: Yeah, wear it with pride, man.

Stacy: You know I will!

Skip: Hey, Stacey, that t-shirt will get you more titty than you ever dreamed of, man!

[laughs]

Kathy Alva: I got my boy covered, Skip.

[laughs]

Kathy Alva: Should my weight be on my back foot?

Stacy: Yeah, well, that's how I do it. But it might be different, though, the whole center-of-gravity thing for girls.

Stacy: [Jay is rolling the window in Stacey's car up and down, breaks off the handle] Damn it, Jay! Do you know how much this is gonna cost me to fix? you're an idiot!

Jay: [gives friends a scared look] Sorry...

Stacy: [about starting his own team] i already have a logo.

Jay: A logo! Screw the team, I mean... You got a logo!

Stacy: You know what, I think I'd let him put it in my butt. I'm not really into the butt thing but I would let him go to town back there.

Vicky: I'm with you.

Stacy: Well, don't you want to open your present?

Wayne Campbell: If it's a severed head, I'm going to be very upset.

Stacy: Open it.

Wayne Campbell: What is it?

Stacy: It's a gun rack.

Wayne Campbell: A gun rack... a gun rack. I don't even own *a* gun, let alone many guns that would necessitate an entire rack. What am I gonna do with a gun rack?

Stacy: You don't like it? Fine. You know Wayne, if you're not careful, you're going to lose me.

Wayne Campbell: I lost you two months ago. Are you mental? We broke up. Get the net!

Stacy: Happy anniversary, Wayne.

Wayne Campbell: Stacy, we broke up two months ago.

Stacy: Well, that doesn't mean we can't still go out, does it?

Wayne Campbell: Well, it does actually, that's what breaking up is.

Stacy: Hi, Garth.

Garth Algar: Hi.

Stacy: I'm looking for Wayne. I'm very concerned about him; he seems to be going through a difficult phase right now, ya know. What do you think it is?

Garth Algar: That you're mental.

Stacy: You know him best, what do you think I should do?

Garth Algar: Just get over it and go out with somebody else.

Stacy: "Get over it go out with somebody else." Yeah, thanks, OK, great. Hi.

Young Woman: So, you must be Lucy's friend. The one who made the tape.

Lucy: I think he's more than my friend. You're my boyfriend, right?

Henry: Yes, ma'am.

Stacy: So every day you help her to realize what happened and you wait patiently for her to be okay with it... then you get her to fall in love with you again?

Henry: Yes, ma'am.

Stacy: [softly, almost beneath her breath] Gosh!

[a longing sigh, then back slaps her husband's chest right over his heart]

Stacy: You asshole! You don't even open the fricking car door for me anymore.

Jennifer: [everyone breaks out in laughter] You're in trouble!

[even more laughter]

Jennifer: I gotta go tinkle.

Dr. Buddy Rydell: Dave assaulted a female flight attendant in mid-air.

Stacy: Nice.

Gina: I bet you beat her good.

Dave Buznik: I didn't beat anybody. I touched a woman...

Chuck: Liar, bullshitter, you're a WOMAN BEATER! And you can't admit it, because you're a deluded piece of garbage!

Dave Buznik: I don't know about all that but... now I know why you're here.

Stacy: Uh, we're in the adult film industry, and, we're lovers.

Gina: Yeah.

Stacy: So Gina was having sex with this guy Meelo which was totally cool cause it was in the script.

Gina: So we invited him back to the house because we like a little variety...

Stacy: I look up and see Gina kissing Meelo on the MOUTH which is not cool, because it violates our threesome code of ethics!

Gina: So Stacy bit my toe off.

Stacy: Then Meelo starts yelling, calling me a crazy skank...

Gina: And nobody talks to my bitch that way.

Stacy: That's right.

Gina: So I stapled his lip SHUT.

Dave Buznik: Well, we've all... been there.

Stacy: [about Mayor Giuliani] Who is that guy?

Gina: I think it's Bill Clinton.

Stacy: You have a date, huh?

Beth: It's not a date.

[They both look at a model for the museum exhibit, who turns her head toward them]

Stacy: So, what are you gonna wear?

Beth: My navy blouse, a pencil skirt, and some open-toe slingbacks.

Renfield: Alright! Forget cell phones, forget iPhones, forget PowerBooks, forget iPads.

Stacy: Yay...

Renfield: Now, I can do everything I want with my iPad mini.

Stacy: That looks just like your phone...

Renfield: But it doesn't make calls. I got my tweets, I got my emails, I got my friends, I got my alerts, I got my Angry Birds...

Goody: So as the day progresses you can read thousands of unsolicited messages, advertisements, and the mindless brain vomit of acquaintances...

Stacy: Someone sounds hormonal, maybe you're pregnant too!

Goody: Ugh, its so annoying, you have to keep learning to use new crap that doesn't actually do anything better than the old crap, which is incompatible with the new crap, all so that you can have blogs and watch fake teenagers and real housewives, and its all happening too fast and I'm tired! I'm just sick and tired of it all!

Stacy: It's OK, we don't have to get the iPad mini.

Joe Gideon: [in the editing theater; to the group around him] Anybody got any ideas?

Stacy: Oh, Joe, I really like it, I think it's really funny.

Joe Gideon: Who asked *you*, Stacy?

Stacy: [high-pitched squeaky voice] Do you know where I can get a smoothie around here?

Carol: [raises her voice to mimic the "sexy baby" pitch] I don't know where you'd get a smoothie around here at all. I'm so sorry!

Stacy: Oh... okay, thanks so much!

Carol: Yeah, no worries!

Stacy: I've been interviewing for about ten months.

Carol: And why do you think that is?

Stacy: Because I sound like a sexy baby.

Stacy: Perhaps luck exsists somewhere between the world of planning, the world of chance, and the peace that comes from knowing that you just can't know it all

Stacy: I've spent a life time looking for the truth and I have become the lie. Maybe some secrets should just stay secret.

Stacy: Omission is betrayal.

Stacy: If we were the share our lives together, why didn't we share our lives together. I know you don't have to tell me everything Derek, but why wouldn't you want too? Unless there is someone else you are waiting for.

Stacy: I should tear your eyes out right now, but how would you ever be able to look at yourself in the morning?

Stacy: Question how does a girl who falls, no actually jumps eyes wide open, down a rabbit hole, plummeting into chaos come out unchanged?

Stacy: Answer, she doesn't.

Stacy: Luck is when preparation meets opportunity.

Stacy: I believe we write our own stories and each time we think we know the end... we don't.

Dr. Rachel Keyes: Why don't you just relax, Barbara?

Stacy: Okay.

Dr. Rachel Keyes: I'm just going to put your feet in these stirrups.

Stacy: Stirrups?

[gasps]

Stacy: A gynecologist? Not a podiatrist? 10-to-1 those aren't for the opera!

Dr. Rachel Keyes: And we'll have a little look-see.

Stacy: Look-see? Where?

Dr. Rachel Keyes: Oops! Someone left their panties on!

Stacy: Oops!

Dr. Rachel Keyes: There we go. Good. Comfy?

Stacy: Well, let's see: I'm spread-eagle in front of my boyfriend's ex who's about to go searching for warts.

Stacy: Super, thanks.

Dr. Rachel Keyes: Barbara, you know what they say, right? You can never be too rich, too thin or too far down on the table, so let's scooch ya!

Dr. Rachel Keyes: I'm going to insert the speculum, now.

Stacy: Oh, good. Narration.

Dr. Rachel Keyes: You may feel a bit of pressure.

Stacy: OW!

Dr. Rachel Keyes: Oh, would you take a look at that cervix, Nurse Kisilevsky. Textbook. I'm not the first person who's told you that, I'm sure.

Stacy: Can't hear it enough!

Stacy: It's my life!

Carl: It'll all be over soon.

Stacy: [Stacy gives horrified look]

Carl: I meant the show.

Stacy: There are moments in life when you hope your decisions weren't rash. And moments where you just know.

Stacy: You know, life's funny that way. Once you let go of the wheel, you might end up right where you belong.

Stacy: You mean: Keyes to your vagina Bob?

Stacy: [about her mom] She believed that all problems could be solved by listening to Carly Simon.

Derek: It's history. It's over. The past is past.

Stacy: [Referring to Lulu] That's before the past was a supermodel that barfed quietly.

Derek: You know, I don't pry into your old boyfriends.

Stacy: Here's a little tip: I never dated Brad Pitt.

Lulu Fritz: I didn't date much. I was shy. And ugly.

Stacy: [V.O] Why do supermodels say how ugly they were when they were young? Is it because they want us to know they suffered? Do they think that it makes them more deserving? That we'll forgive them their bounty? Note to supermodels: None of us believe you.

Lulu Fritz: No one invited me to the prom.

Barb: [Dismissive] Makes you stronger.

Nurse Kisilevsky: So, when was your last period?

Stacy: My what?

Nurse Kisilevsky: Your menses.

Stacy: I don't understand.

Nurse Kisilevsky: Okay. Each month you might notice a change in your body...

Stacy: I know what you mean. I just don't know why you'd want to know that kind of thing...

Stacy: Keyes? As in "Keyes to your vagina", Bob?

Stacy: [narrating] Actually, to be fair, you should go back a little further... starting with Mom. Don't worry. I'm not blaming her

[beat]

Stacy: entirely.

Ira: What's he do for a living?

Stacy: [referring to the NHL team] He works for the Devils.

Ira: Who doesn't? Kidding.

Ira: [On the phone] Hello, Lulu Fritz? Ira Nachlis. Senior associate producer/producer, Kippie Kann Do. Listen, "I Model, Then I Barf Quietly"... is one of our highest-rated shows.

Stacy: [alarmed] What are you doing?

Ira: [to Stacy] I am trying to give a young innocent her 15 minutes of fame. Now...

[back on the phone with Lulu]

Ira: I'm sorry. Lulu... we're thinking of having a special next month. We'd like you to come in tomorrow for an interview. Excellent. We'll do lunch and throw up... Catch up.

Stacy: [talking to Bob, the dog] Can you just not look at me like that, please? It's making me very uncomfortable.

Stacy: [Bob continues staring, not making a sound] There.

[puts Derek's "private things" box away]

Stacy: See? I'm done. Okay?

Stacy: [Bob still stares] And don't judge me! Okay, Bob?

Derek: [phone message] Listen, I left my Palm at home. I need you to go through it and get me some numbers. Take care.

Stacy: [excited] Palm?

Stacy: [to Bob the dog] Did you hear that, Bob? Derek left his Palm at home.

[gets up, with mock concern]

Stacy: Guess we'll have to look for it.

Stacy: [Starts looking, still talking to Bob] If I were a Palm, where would I be? If we were Palms, where would we be, Bob?

[Still searching]

Stacy: Where is it? Where could it be right now? He asked for it. Where could it be?

Stacy: [Finds the Palm] Luck is when preparation meets opportunity. Okay, Bob? Life's about certainty. It's about being in control.

Stacy: [opens the Palm, sees a password is needed for access] Password, password, password. What would his password be?

[Looks up at Bob, realizing his name is the password]

Stacy: Thank you!

Stacy: Yeah. Now, when you're with a guy, you're not just sleeping with him, you're sleeping with everyone they've had sex with.

Ilene: And everyone they've had sex with.

Ilene, Melissa: And everyone *they've* had sex with!

Melissa: Gee, I'm a lot more experienced than I thought I was!

[They laugh.]

Ilene: What do you miss most about sex?

Stacy: Whoo... I miss falling asleep with someone's arms around me. And the feeling of, mm...

Ilene: Orgasm? I love orgasms.

Stacy: Mmm. I'm sick of my Mighty Intruder vibrator with the flexible shaft and the textured head.

Stacy: This is kind of embarrassing to admit, but I remember when it was actually fun to say, "WOW, that really felt great! What's your name again?"

Melissa: I've never had sex with someone I didn't know. For that matter, I've never said, "Wow, that felt really great."

[After reading the "Pretend You're Sensitive Handbook".]

Vinny: Stacy, how nice to see you. Do you have a few minutes? I mean, it occurred to me, I don't even know where you work.

Stacy: Where I work?

Vinny: Yeah, you know, your career plans, your dreams, your aspirations... I really want to hear all about them.

Stacy: What I want? I don't even know -- ask me what anyone else wants. Give me three seconds, I'll figure out your whole entire life.

Vinny: Would you maybe want to share something with me about your childhood, perhaps?

Stacy: Vinny, what the hell are you talking about? I'm in a big rush. Look, I have to go talk to Melissa, because if I don't figure out something about my life soon, I'm going to crack!

Vinny: I respect your strength, Stacy, and I think you've got a lot of potential!

Stacy: [narrating] It was the early eighties, and sex was still a good way to meet new people.

Stacy: [narrating] Okay, when I first met Vinny, I thought, this guy is a living argument for birth control. But as I get to know him better, I realize he's just like the rest of us: a mess.

Stacy: I was celibate for so long, I started to feel like a can of kitchen cleanser: you know, sterile and gritty and abrasive. When we made love -- I don't know, I felt like a human again, a mammal, with breasts.

Stacy: "Safe sex" -- who would have ever thought those two words would exist in the same sentence?

[About the sexy Megan.]

Stacy: Don't let it get to you. Just think, if you separated her individual body parts with, say, like a huge a meat cleaver, and then laid them out on a table, you wouldn't think she was such hot stuff.

[Nick leaves the room to fetch a condom.]

Stacy: [to the camera] This is a miracle! For once it's all up to him. No tubes, no jellies, no furtive trips to the bathroom... I can just sit back and let it happen. I don't have to do anything.

Nick: [returning] I'm not too good with these things. Can you give me a hand putting it on?

[Narrating as we see an image of Melissa as Marilyn Monroe on the subway vent in [link=tt0048605].]

Melissa: Just once I'd like to wear a sexy white dress blowing all around me and not have men run away screaming. Just once I'd like to have the kind of sexual experience where you don't have to go to the bathroom and cry afterwards.

Stacy: I bet Marilyn cried in the bathroom after sex, probably more than once. Everyone does.

Melissa: Men too?

Stacy: They can't. They're asleep.

Vinny: Hey, need a lift?

Stacy: Vinny! What are you doing here?

Vinny: I was just driving around the neighborhood. Last night I did something-- Look, it's like this. It's Christmas Day, I'm sitting around my house, right, I'm all alone... so, uh, I hop in the limo... 24 hours later, I wind up in Chicago. And I say to myself, Vincent, where the hell you going? That's when it hits me... I'm coming to see you.

Stacy: You drove all that way just to see me?

Vinny: Hey, only 4 days and, what, 18 speeding tickets.

[After she dumps him.]

Nick: Okay, that's okay. But let me tell you, you're making a big mistake. 'Cause I am going to make it.

Stacy: Good.

Nick: I'm going to be huge. I'm going to be bigger than huge! I'm going to be on the cover of Rolling Stone magaz-- no, forget that. I'm going to be on the cover of Time magazin-- no! Forget that... I... I... am going to have... *more fans than Elvis*!

Stacy: Good.

Nick: Yeah! And I won't even be dead! Think about it.

[On orgasms.]

Stacy: You can have one with the guy on top?

Ilene: Mm-hmm.

Stacy: I hate you!

Stacy: [reading] "Dear Stacy, I hope you don't mind me writing to you, but the only other letter I ever wrote was to the editor of Flex magazine, and that was just to say how much I enjoyed this particular article called - "

Vinny: "Hammer Those Gluts 'Til Your Butt's Like a Bowling Ball."

Stacy: [Deb asks her mom if people are eating each other] This is Virginia Beach, not Florida.

[last lines]

Stacy: Help me Chaz, they're eating me.

[first lines]

Stacy: [at her birthday party] Okay, everybody! Hello! Hi! Thanks for coming. Um, so this is a really big day for me. Uh, I guess. Well, duh. 'Cause it's my only son's baptism. Yay. Ooh-ooh! Um... I love paper. I do. It's, like, my passion. And I've always wanted to own my own papiere. Not that you care, because I don't... You know what? I don't tell people that, because people steal ideas all the time. It's happened to me numerous occasions with...

Stacy: I see... a bank. A Spanish bank?

Jesse: El banko!

Joe 'Mac' McBeth: You mean Banko? He's not a... he's not a bank. He's a... a friend of mine. Anthony Banconi. Banko.

Stacy: You got some choice moves JTRO.

JTRO: No shit?

Stacy: Yeah, shit, a bitch has usually gotta drop a whole fuckin' pile of Lincolns to get a show that good!

Stacy: What's the smartest thing that ever came out of a woman's mouth? Einstein's cock.

Uncle John: How much?

Stacy: Five grand.

Uncle John: Heyy.

Stacy: Got half in my pocket.

Uncle John: We makin' trouble for someone?

Stacy: Yep.

Uncle John: Which kind?

Stacy: [pause] ... the forever kind.

Stacy: Why don't they make shows about people's daily lives you'd be interested in watching? You know, like "Sick Old Man" or "Skinny Little Weakling." "Big Fat Guy." Wouldn't you watch a show called "Big Fat Guy"? I'd watch that fucking show.

Stacy: I'd tell you to blow it out your ass, but my dick's in the way.

Stacy: He is... beautiful.

Jean: You're here to train, Stacy, not exercise your glands.

Howard Duckell: [Stacy and Bambi emerge from the water, and look at him seductively] That was... great.

Stacy: But what about us?

Bambi: We're not finished yet.

Howard Duckell: Just gimme a couple of minutes... to... you know, uh...

[He gets an idea]

Howard Duckell: Actually, tell me how this feels.

[He looks at Stacy, and begins to work his powers on her]

Stacy: How what feels?

[She begins to feel Howard's powers taking effect, and backs against the side of the hot tun in sexual pleasure]

Stacy: Oh! Oh my God, that's incredible!

[She moans, and grabs onto the side of the hot tub]

Stacy: Oh! Oh my God!

[Her moaning intensifies]

Stacy: Oh my God!

Bambi: [Stacy is still moaning from the pleasure that Howard was giving her with his mind] But I, I don't, I don't get it.

[Howard works his powers on her, giving her the same psychic pleasure as he's giving Stacy, causing her to moan]

Bambi: Oh I, oh I get it. Oh I get it!

[She moves to join Stacy at the side of the hot tub]

Howard Duckell: [Mentally] You two will have the most intense orgasm you've ever felt, when you hear the word "now".

[He looks on lustfully as their moans intensify]

Stacy, Bambi: [In unison] I'm... I'm... Oh I'm... I'm...

Howard Duckell: You sure are! Nnnnnnnnnn-

[Howard is snapped out of his daydream, and realises he's still stood in the garden with Stacy, Bambi, and his sister Paula]

Paula Duckell: You're still here?

Howard Duckell: What? Oh! I'm going, I'm going! I was just... imagining something.

Paula Duckell: Well you can go, now.

[Stacy and Bambi have powerful orgasms, and moan and writhe in ecstasy on the sun loungers]

Paula Duckell: What the hell was that?

Stacy: I don't know, but it was good.

Bambi: Very good.

Paula Duckell: [to Howard] Get outta here! Now!

[Stacy and Bambi start orgasming again]

Paula Duckell: Stop stop stop, both of you stop it, that's disgusting! Quit it! Quit it now!

[the girls orgasm again, and Howard leaves]

Stacy: [Mid-orgasm] Oh my God!

Howard Duckell: [Looking out the window at Stacy and Bambi, who are sunbathing] Hi ladies. You know, you girls would get a much better tan without those nasty little tops on.

Bambi: [to Stacy] You know, I hate tan lines.

Stacy: Me too.

Howard Duckell: [the girls start pulling their bikini tops off] Yes... yes...

[the girls finally cast the bikini tops away, revealing their boobs]

Howard Duckell: YES! Wooo! Boobies boobies boobies! Boobies boobies boobies! I'm seein' boobies, they're in my own back yard! Boobies boobies boobies!

[from trailer]

Stacy: Why are they doing this?

Jeff: It has something to do with the ruins.

[upon seeing a drunken Amy dancing with Mathias]

Eric: How much you want to bet she kisses him?

Stacy: She's freaking out that Jeff's med school is like two thousand miles away, okay?

Eric: Okay, how much?

Stacy: She's not going to kiss him.

Eric: Alright, you know what? Oral sex, the winner receives.

Stacy: [shaking his hand] Oral sex? Okay.

Eric: So, there was this girl who got really really drunk one night...

Stacy: ...but she sobered up really really quickly...

Mathias: Who is this?

Amy: Just a stupid game they were playing last night.

Eric: ...but not before she stuck her tongue down some guy's throat.

[Amy knocks Eric's hat off]

Mathias: [after uncovering hidden path] It's here. This must be it.

Amy: That's the path? Why was it covered?

Stacy: I don't think that's the right path.

Jeff: [to Mathias] It's on the map?

Mathias: Yeah.

Jeff: [to Amy] It's on the map.

Amy: Jeff, did you see how old that map was?

Stacy: And it was covered. Why would it be covered?

Jeff: Maybe the archaeologists don't want people finding the site, guys.

Amy: [sarcastically] Well great, they're going to be thrilled to see us then.

Eric: We could be walking through an ancient graveyard right now, like a bone depository or something.

Stacy: I doubt that.

[Eric mimics Stacy to himself]

Stacy: Did you just mimic me?

Eric: No, no I was just agreeing with you.

Stacy: [hurrying to catch the bus] Jeff is going to be pissed if we miss it.

Eric: Oh, the terrible wrath of Jeff, followed by I'm sure the more frightening whining of Amy.

Stacy: She's not that bad.

Eric: No, but I bet she's feeling pretty awkward right now, wouldn't you?

Jeff: [seeing the Mayans on the ground] They keep coming. They're setting up camps.

Stacy: Why are they doing this?

Eric: Maybe they're preparing for something, like a sacrifice?

Jeff: It has something to do with the ruins. They won't come up here, and now that we're here they won't let us leave.

Eric: So what do we do? Just wait for someone to find us?

Stacy: Who?

Mathias: The Greeks?

Jeff: Dimitri left them a copy of the map before we left.

Eric: Yeah, what if they decide not to come Jeff?

Jeff: Then somebody else will. We're supposed to check out of the hotel tomorrow; the hotel's going to call the police.

Eric: When?

Jeff: Tomorrow, or the day after.

Amy: Our flight leaves tomorrow, Jeff.

Jeff: I know Amy, but we know what happens if we leave.

Jeff: One of you has to go.

Amy: Go? Go where?

Jeff: Down. We're going to check the rest of the rope and make sure it's secure, and then one of you...

Amy: [interrupting him] Why do we have to go? Why can't you or Eric?

Jeff: Because you're not strong enough. We need to work the crank.

Stacy: [after a long pause] I'll go.

Jeff: What's going on?

Stacy: My boyfriend is fucking your girlfriend, that's what's going on!

[repeated line]

Stacy: You're not listening to me!

Stacy: I cut my knee.

Stacy: What are you saying, Kate?

Jack: She's saying that one of us has been lying the whole time. One of us ... is one of them.

Stacy: You think it's still down there?

Jack: It could be anywhere by now. Hiding. Waiting. Planning.

Chuck: They're playing our song.

Stacy: Alright, Let's dance.

[Pumps shotgun]

Stacy: This feels like mud.

Mike: It is mud. Dirt and water make mud. You learn something new every day.

Mike: This part reminds me of 'Invasion of the Body Snatchers.'

Stacy: How did they kill them?

Mike: They didn't.

Stacy: He IS a horror film - a walking, talking horror film!