Quigley:
It's just a dog.

Wesley:
So was "Cujo".

Wesley:
I haven't seen you in a long time, peewee. How's your little space monsters?

Brad:
Does your dad still run the newspaper?

Megan Morgan:
I'm a reporter there.

Brad:
Really? Kinda like a "Jimmy Olsen" with breasts.

Megan Morgan:
We need you, Harv. We Need a sheriff.

Harv:
Go check the yellow pages.

Megan Morgan:
Brad, You can't go in there. Let's just get help!

Brad:
Who are we gonna call? Critter Busters?

Brad:
Nana, the critters are here.

Nana:
No, shit, Bradley! Damn meat eaters!

Brad:
Look!

Megan Morgan:
Where are they all going?

Brad:
I don't know. Looks like some kind of critter convention.

Harv:
What is this bullshit? Them man-eating dust mops got us roped up tighter than a blue-ribbon bull and all you folks can do is stand here and play kick-the-can with some punk kid!

Harv:
You've got nothing to lose but your lives.

Lee Evans:
Kill Crites!

Charlie:
I gotta go where the cosmic winds blow me. I gotta go... where no man has gone before.