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?

Marty Markham:
It's too obvious!

Spin Evans:
It's the last place he'd look!

Marty Markham:
Spin, he's a mortician!

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!

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.