Spin Evans: In here. Marty Markham: Are you nuts? You don't hide from a killer in a coffin! Spin Evans: How would you know?
: It's too obvious! Spin Evans: It's the last place he'd look! Marty Markham: Spin, he's a mortician! [Inside the coffin.] Marty Markham: Where's he taking us? Spin Evans: To the end. Marty Markham: Of what? Spin Evans: Of us. Jack Hulka: You guys okay in there? I can hardly hear you. Choking on that big ball of fear? Jack Hulka: You know, you boys would have been fine, perfectly safe, maybe in school... if you had just left me alone. I didn't want to bother you, but you felt compelled to bother me... and now you're on your way to an oven. Now, that's entertainment. Veronica Hulka: Martin, stay back, it's too dangerous... on... on second thought... get me out of here! Spin Evans: This must be where he embalms them. Marty Markham: I think I'm going to throw up. Spin Evans: Let's find Mrs. Hulka first. Marty Markham: I've got a knife! Jack Hulka: Oh, yes... and it's very ripe. Spin Evans: What's going on? Marty Markham: He killed her! Jack Hulka: I killed who? Marty Markham: Your wife! Jack Hulka: I did? Marty Markham: Mrs. Hulka, where is she? Jack Hulka: She's not here. Marty Markham: She's not here because she's dead! Butcher: See that sign? Either you come up with an adult in three seconds... or I'll personally introduce you to the fine art of butchering! Marty Markham: I quit! I'm out! I can't be running around, bashing bad guys in the head with garbage cans! Jack Hulka: If you don't mind... I'm going to kill you. Jordan: I beg to differ, sir. Spin Evans: The world is finally safe from Spin Evans. I'm just a lame freak anyway. Jordan: Oh, Spin... you're just a boy who, like most boys, doesn't look before he leaps. Unlike Master Martin who does nothing but look. Jack Hulka: Spin.... that's short for... Stephanie Evans: Spinning out of control. Marty Markham: First of all, you don't just take my stuff. Second of all, you need to plant the transmitter... not the receiver.