在一个小镇里，近日出现了一名凶残的狂人，接二连三犯案，涉及多宗令人呕心的谋杀事件，令整个小镇的人都惶恐渡日 。 每当入夜，各家各户都紧闭门窗户，唯独是一名男孩子在入夜时仍在街上流连．．．
Uncle Red: I understand that my niece and nephew have been sending little love letters to the local minister suggesting he gargle with broken glass, or eat a rat-poison omelette! Jane Coslaw: Aww, look out world, Marty the Great didn't get something he wanted. Uncle Red: Where's your Mom? Marty Coslaw: She and Dad are out back lighting the barbeque, yeah, and Jane's walking around in all these new clothes showing off her tits, acting like no one ever had tits before her. Uncle Red: You guys wanna know what I think? Marty Coslaw: No, we just called you out here to admire your pretty little face. Uncle Red: You better watch your mouth, you're on thin ice with me son. Jane Coslaw: Oh, I hate you, you booger! Marty Coslaw: You know who used to have a baseball bat like that? Mr. Knopfler. Uncle Red: So? Jane Coslaw: It looked like Bigfoot had used it for a toothpick! Jane Coslaw: You always take his side because he's crippled. Well, it's not my fault he's crippled! Nan Coslaw: You just stop it right now or I'm gonna smack you. Jane Coslaw: What's that for? Marty Coslaw: Money for new pantyhose. Jane Coslaw: I can buy a new pair of Leggs at the drug store for $1.49. Uncle Red: What the heck you gonna shoot a silver .44 bullet at anyway? Mac: How 'bout a werewolf? Stella's Boyfriend: It may be your baby but it ain't my bun in the oven. You know what I'm saying? Remember the good times. Maggie Andrews: What is it, Bobby? You gonna make lemonade in your pants? Bobby Robertson: I ain't scared! Milt Sturmfuller: Damn cripples. Always ending up on welfare. I'd electrocute 'em all if there weren't so goddamn many. Uncle Red: I feel like a virgin on prom night. Uncle Red: Holy jumped up bald-headed Jesus palomina. From him I'd expect it. Sometimes I think your common sense got paralysed along with your legs. But from you Jane? You're Miss Polly Practical! Marty Coslaw: This one's for the good guys! Jane Coslaw: In the make believe stories a man becomes a werewolf only when the moon is full. Maybe somehow it's different. Maybe he's like this all the time. Only as the moon gets fuller... Marty Coslaw: The guy gets wolfier. Arnie Westrum: Rango Beer. Its bitter, not sweet. A real frosty treat. Won't you buy, won't you buy Rango Beer. Hey Arnie, what do you want? I want some Rango! Mac: It's got a low-grain load, so it won't tumble. Elmer Zinneman: [sees Marty stuck in the condemned bridge] Spooky in there, ain't it? Uncle Red: [after Jane and Marty tell him about the werewolf] I'm a little too old to be playing "Hardy Boys meet Reverend Werewolf"! Reverend Lowe: You meddling little shit! Uncle Red: There are no such things as werewolves! Stella Randolph: Suicides go to hell. Especially if they're pregnant. And I don't even care. Pete Sylvester: Maybe that wasn't a good idea telling that Smokey Bear from the detective agency to 'fuck off', Joe. Sheriff Joe Haller: Well I waited until he hung up. Herb Kincaid: Its under the fog! Bobby Robertson: No, its behind us. I told you we should've turned back Andy. You can't trust this fog! Andy Fairton: Herb, what are you saying? Herb Kincaid: Its right here with us! [more growling can be heard and one of the hunters is attacked] Andy Fairton: Oh shit! Run! Run! Bobby Robertson: [frightened with fear] I can't move!