Burt:
Not to worry, my perimeter is completely Graboid proof.

Jack:
Holy Sheeit! he doesn't fool around.

Jack:
I've been listening to my inner voice, and it's tellin' me that you and I are destined to work together. What do ya think?

Burt:
I think if I had an inner voice, it'd be tellin' me to tell you to get lost.

Jack:
Well, uh just give it some time. You just think about it and get back to me now.

Burt:
You guys just do what you do best. Find something simple and complicate it!

Burt:
Have you heard from the feds?

Jack:
Not since this morning. Haven't been able to raise 'em. They were chasing a Graboid.

Burt:
They were chasing it? It wasn't chasing them?

Burt:
Is your head up your ass for the warmth?

Jack:
Somebody gettin' married?

Burt:
What kind of supreme being would condone such irony?

Burt:
I prefer... we keep this... to ourselves.

Burt:
And people called me paranoid.

Jack:
I never thought you were paraniod

Miguel:
I did

Miguel:
but not no more.

Burt:
Any questions?

Miguel:
The BLM man gave me permission to kill anything that represented a danger to my cattle. El lobo, el coyote, and el Graboid.

Jack:
Sounds like a porno film.

Burt:
The little turd!

Jack:
The universe provides.

Jack:
And a blue tarp! C'mon!

Burt:
Well, lets asses the situation.

Jack:
We're screwed.

Burt:
Now, if you'll kindly lean your endangered carcass over my property line, we'll call your untimely demise 'self defense'.

Melvin Plug:
C'mon Burt, what do you say?

Burt:
I say I'll give you a ten-second head start.