Rene LaRoque:
Something is out there... waiting.
Pete Horn:
No man can stand against it alone. Something is out there... waiting.
Rene LaRoque:
复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
45复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
[speaking to Sheriff Kyle Williams in the swamp] 复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
f8f复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
Go home, or you will die.
Steve Gerber:
[to Teri] Why don't y'all go fuck a tree, ya hippie bitch!
[as he's getting bitten by mosquitoes while exploring the swamp]
Sheriff Kyle Williams:
Smart, Kyle. Take the Bywater job. Get a tan...beer belly...lots of sun. Get fuckin' eaten alive.
Mike Ploog:
Can you smell that, Sheriff? It's the perfume of my future. Point, click, fame.
[hears Man-Thing roaring out in the swamp]
Mike Ploog:
There it is! Gotta go. Good luck out there, man! It's the cover of Life magazine, man!
Sheriff Kyle Williams:
*Life* magazine? *Life* magazine went out of business, you fucking idiot!
[after he shoots Ploog]
Frederic Schist:
Damned if you take my picture, asshole.
Frederic Schist:
Your friend, Ted Sallis, before he died, before I buried him here under this rig, you know what he said?
Rene LaRoque:
Fuck you!复制复制成功复制失败，请手动复制
