Rene LaRoque: Something is out there... waiting. Pete Horn: No man can stand against it alone. Something is out there... waiting. Rene LaRoque:
[speaking to Sheriff Kyle Williams in the swamp]
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!