advertisement Mike: Welcome to Swineville, Peter, a happy, sleepy, little hillbilly town where seemingly innocent, nice, naive people turn just like that [snaps fingers] Mike: to a vengeful, hateful mob! Peter: How do you know that? Mike: Because these are my people. [Entering a spooky mansion] Mike: Well, uh, it's a little gloomy, but we could probably work wonders with just a few geraniums. Micky: Uh-huh. YOU decorate. I'M leaving! Davy: What's in the morning paper, Peter? Peter: Oh, "Li'l Abner," "Peanuts"... Oh, say, this is funny! [laughs] Peter: This big guy hits the little guy with a club, and the little guy hits the big guy in the jaw! [laughs some more] Davy: What comic strip is that? Peter: What, comic strip? This is the editorial page. Peter: Cross at the green, not in between! Davy: He's been out in the sun too long. Micky: He was no bargain in the shade. Peter: Hey, look, guys! All the comforts of home! Mike: Yeah, YOUR home, shotgun, not MINE. Peter: Oh no, foot prints! Someone else is on this island! Micky: Oh don't worry, those are ours, we don't have a larger set so we had to use the same one twice. Mike: Ooh! So, uh... That's, uh... That's what [bleeped] Mike: is all about. Davy: Yeah. [bleeped] Davy: It's pretty scary. Micky: You know what's even more scary? Peter: What? Micky: You can't say [bleeped] Micky: on television. Peter: [as the rigged blimp carrying the muscle man floats away] Well, there he goes. Davy: Yeah, where's that uh der-uh... der-uh blimp headed for? Peter: [almost comically] Bayonne, New Jersey. Davy: Bayon-Bayonne, New Jer-? You know, I used to have a girlfriend in Bayonne, New Jersey. Peter: Anything like the Secaucus girls? Davy: [nonchalantly] No, I don't know, her name was MaryAnn.